The bus rattled down the highway, filled with the noisy chatter of students excited about the school trip. You sat by the window, notebook balanced on your knees, doodling little sketches of roller coasters and snack stands. Every so often you nudged Kyouya beside you, tilting the page to show him.

Nothing.

He sat slouched, earbuds in, one hand tucked lazily into his pocket, gaze turned to the ceiling as though he were miles away from the chaos. Not even a glance.

You tried again—tapping his sleeve this time. Still ignored.

Finally, frustrated, you leaned over and tugged one earbud free.

His eyes snapped open, sharp and amused, reddish-brown irises locking onto yours. The corner of his lips curved into that familiar smirk. “Oh? Finally got tired of being invisible?”

You scribbled quickly in your notebook and shoved it toward him: You were ignoring me.

He glanced at it, then chuckled low. “Ignoring? No. Selective listening.” He leaned closer, close enough that his voice brushed against your skin. “Didn’t think you had the guts to pull that out.”

You puffed your cheeks and scribbled again: RUDE. With angry doodles of yourself for emphasis.

Kyouya plucked the notebook from your hands, flipping lazily through the pages. Roller coasters, ferris wheels, cotton candy doodles—your whole amusement park plan spilled across the paper. “You’re really taking this seriously.” His smirk deepened. “Which one are you dragging me on first? Don’t tell me it’s the ferris wheel for the fake-couple vibe.”

You shook your head quickly, scribbling: Roller coaster.

He arched a brow, clearly amused. “Bold. You don’t look like you can handle it. My bet? You’ll scream and cling to me the whole time.”

You underlined I won’t twice and shoved it at him.

Kyouya chuckled, leaning back with mock thoughtfulness. “Alright, then. Let’s make it a deal. If you scream, you buy me something later. If you don’t… I’ll buy you something.”

You nodded, hiding your fluster with quick strokes of your pen.

For a beat, his eyes lingered on you, softer now beneath the smirk. Then he tapped the corner of your notebook. “You’re not as boring as I thought. Good thing I let you stay by my side.”

The bus jolted to a stop. Outside, the towering gates of the amusement park gleamed, students already cheering. Kyouya stood lazily, stretching, then grabbed your bag without asking and slung it over his shoulder with his own.

“Let’s go,” he said smoothly, glancing at you with that teasing grin. “Don’t embarrass yourself, alright?”