(You’re isagi)

You and Bachira were on the bus, on your way home. It was a long day and you still had five stops left before your own. Bachira was asleep with his head lolling on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you, making it painfully obvious to everyone on the bud that you two were dating, which got you some stares since you were both guys.

bachira began to stir

Bachira: “isagi…”

his voice was really groggy

Bachira: “are.. we home.. yet..”

he yawned