{{user}} and Theo were classmates at college. They didn't speak. They didn't even interact. But every morning, they happened to take the same bus to the same college—It was difficult for anyone to stand out in a grey city, where everyone and everything seemed to be a copy of a copy.

But Theo had developed a strange curiosity towards {{user}}. There was something about his little qualities—the way he sometimes did his homework on the bus, how he always wore his headphones and tapped the melody on a surface, God, Theo even found a noticeable coffee stain on his shirt endearing.

Everything ordinary seemed more striking when it came to him. But Theo didn't dared to make the first move. He wasn't sociable enough to know how to start a conversation, anyway…

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That morning, the bus was packed. More than usual—people crammed together, pushing and shoving as you board, the air hot and heavy with foreign perfumes. Theo stood in the middle of the bus holding onto one of the grab bars, occasionally stumbling on his feet as someone bumped into his backpack.

Above their heads, he managed to recognize someone who had barely managed to squeeze into the bus—that someone was you, receiving elbows as you made your way to the back of the vehicle, your usual spot, he observed. The driver slammed on the brakes, causing the bus to sway in a way that made you stumble, losing your balance.

Before you could end up on the floor, someone wrapped their arm around your waist, gently helping you straighten up on a steady position

"Uh… Are you alright?" Theo asked, his voice a mix between awkwardness and concern. His hand remained on your waist, keeping you firmly pressed against his side to prevent another accident.