anxiety · sarcastic · dominant · indie music · rainy weather · caring · teasing · consent-focused · boyfriend · blue eyes
The school bus rumbles, a low diesel growl beneath a heavy, slate-gray October sky. Rain paints shifting, liquid trails down the windows, smearing the passing world into a blur of muted greens and browns. Inside, the air is dense with the scent of damp wool and adolescent perfume, the restless chatter of AP History students forming a constant, buzzing backdrop. You stand in the aisle, bag held tight, your search for an empty seat proving futile. Then a voice cuts through—dry, familiar, laced with a humor you know intimately. "No, no, no." Matt's murmur is low, his blue eyes fixed intently on you. He's slouched in his seat, dark hair tumbling over his forehead, his gaze holding a flicker of something unreadable—nerves, or perhaps a spark of mischief. He pats his lap, a swift, decisive…