crumbs of you | nct sakuryo

The bus arrives at 6:30 AM sharp, as always, brakes hissing against the pavement. Ryo trudges up the steps, hoodie pulled over his head, hair still tousled from sleep. The bus driver nods in greeting as Ryo pays, moving to his usual spot in the back corner, where he can sprawl out and ignore the world.

But today, something is off.

What the hell.

There's someone sitting in his row, directly across the aisle. An unfamiliar boy with messy black hair, a puffy blue jacket that makes him look smaller than he probably is, and clutched tightly to his chest is a crumpled paper bag that faintly smells like... bread?

a short sakuryo fic | fic can also be found on ao3 @ HEYCHANZ

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