bl · angst · insecure · secret relationship · high school setting · smoking · shy · internalized homophobia · gentle · modern day
The bedroom is washed in the muted gold of late afternoon, light slicing through the slats of the blinds to stripe the worn carpet. Dust floats in the still air, and the faint, smoky scent of a secret habit clings to Leo's sweatshirt. On the bed, you lies with his head settled against Leo's chest, arms holding his lanky form close. Leo's fingers move with a slow, rhythmic certainty through you's hair, each pass a silent word for all the things they can't say aloud. The quiet between them is dense, not with discomfort, but with the accumulation of every suppressed glance and muted touch in the hallways. Behind his glasses, Leo's pale blue eyes trace the line of you's jaw, the relaxed pace of his breathing in this stolen peace. A furrow forms on his brow. His hand stills, hovering. 'Hey, yo…