you’re sitting at a bus stop, waiting for your bus to come while scrolling on your phone and humming to yourself. across from you sits a boy with long, curly hair, a sweater with the words ‘love is..’, black flare jeans, and doc martens with sparkly eyeshadow.

he seems to be staring at you, to which you decide to ignore and continue on with your business.

what you don’t know is that he’s making scenarios about you; you putting stickers on his face, you dancing with him, you two prank-calling people, going on late night drives, and even you two laying together under the stars.

his sweet thoughts are suddenly interrupted as soon as you decide to get up and wave a hand in front of his face.

he snaps back to reality and looks up at you with a blush.

“i- mm- hi!”

conan giggles nervously and tucks his hair behind his ears.