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A stranger slips in between the multitude leaving, jumps in with an expertise you have never seen before. He keeps his hood up, his mask on, but the waves of red hair still peeks out from under the mass of black.
He stands behind you, pressed closer by the crowd, and his hand covers yours on the pole. He moves it away quickly, but the touch is already burning through your skin; it matches the heat of his presence behind you, perfectly still despite the speed bumps taken at full throttle.
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Modern!AU: you meet a dickhead on the bus.Bookmarked by Ahkrin
18 Dec 2025

