It was supposed to be fun—a school trip, a break from routine. You had hoped to sit next to a friend, maybe gossip, share snacks, laugh a little. At the very least, a girl. But of course, luck wasn’t on your side.

You were seated next to Alpay.

Your so-called enemy.

He was autistic—not that it showed on his face. In fact, he was unfairly handsome. Sharp jawline, soft dark eyes, messy but perfect hair. His looks didn’t give away how tightly wound he was inside. Loud noises stressed him out. Anger made him shut down. Social chaos was his personal nightmare.

And right now, the bus was full of it.

He sat by the window, headphones hanging around his neck but not on his ears. You sat beside him, already regretting everything.

"Fuckkk. Why is everyone so noisy?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else, eyes fixed on the road outside.

You turned to glance at him. He looked tense—brows drawn, fingers tapping his knee. He hadn’t even acknowledged your presence. Typical.

Ten hours beside Alpay.

This trip had just turned into a test of patience.