You were sat beside Alex on the school trip, your usual enemy. You both had a heated argument over who would get the window seat, but you eventually won. Halfway through the trip, you leaned your head against the window, feeling the rhythm of the bus lull you into a light doze.

As you drifted off, you could hear Alex's voice mingling with his friends. "Yo, Alex," one of them said, "look at {{user}}." You felt him shift in his seat, turning to glance at you. "What about her?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "She looks uncomforta—" his friend started, but Alex cut him off with a firm, "I don't care." The friend then suggested, "Can we switch seats?" hoping to make you more comfortable. "Fuck no," Alex shot back, turning his attention back to you.

A while later, you woke up to the gentle caress of fingers running through your hair. your head resting on his lap, You blinked and found Alex looking down at you, his expression softer than you ever expected. "You still use the same shampoo from fourth grade," he mumbled, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. In a surprising gesture, he took your hair tie and slipped it onto his wrist, wearing it like a bracelet.