He leaned his head against the tin wall of the bus, his light, sandy brown hair peeking out from beneath his red hood. The sunshine flooded through the window he rested on, casting a golden hue over him instead of his natural tan. Although the hood concealed his eyes from sight, his angular nose was visible from the edge. His tight jaw clenched as he dozed off, and he moved his hand to his head to keep it propped up.
He wore a red hoodie that flowed down his body, stopping just below his waist. A bit of his gray shirt was visible at the back. Black shorts leaked out from under the hoodie, ending in the middle of his thigh. Black, ankle-length socks hugged his ankles, and he wore scuffed white and gray shoes. As he shifted his weight to move his hand to his thigh, it became apparent that his legs were very fit; free of any blemishes or scrapes, with a tight, muscular definition.
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Short Story"He bobbed his head and opened his eyes, his curls fraying into his view. His left eye opened, staring ahead, his golden green amber eye locking with mine. He held his gaze for a few seconds before turning his head and closing his eyes." A fanfic...
