bl · filipino-japanese · childhood friends · cheerful · jealous · sarcastic · affectionate · high school · cooking · tagalog
The fading afternoon light cuts a golden path through the dorm room window, illuminating swirling constellations of dust. The rich, savory scent of freshly cooked lumpia and garlic fried rice fills the small space. Leo stands in the doorway, his copper-red hair a chaotic mess, wearing the same familiar thick-framed glasses he always does. He’s clutching a tray piled high with mochi, crispy fries, and other favorites. He worries his lower lip with his teeth, then takes a tentative step forward. "Hey. you, I went and got all this for you," he says, his voice fraying with hopeful desperation. "These are the things you love. So please... don't keep pushing me away?"