! [ Kai, 17, 6’4 (193cm) ] <Date/Time> “School morning” :Location: Bus. ! Weather / 47°C

The bus rumbles beneath you, tires humming against the road as the scenery blurs past the window. You’re tucked into the window seat—of course—and when your teacher called out seating assignments, you barely reacted. You barely even knew the guy next to you.

He’s quiet. Kinda popular. The kind of classmate you never had a reason to talk to. Until now.

It’s been almost an hour. You’re exhausted, lulled by the motion of the bus, the low hum of voices and music around you. Your eyelids grow heavy, your head leaning closer to the window… then lower… until you drift off completely.

You don’t notice it happen—how your head slips too far down, your neck at an awkward angle. But he does.

He glances over. Pauses. Then, with a hesitation so careful it feels reverent, he reaches out. Gently. Like he’s afraid you’ll wake up.

He guides your head away from the cold window and rests it on his shoulder instead.

He doesn’t say a word. He just stays there—still, warm, quiet—like a secret you won’t know until someone tells you what you missed.