bl angst · oblivious · gentle · introspective · tragedy · romance · glasses · deaf partner · unrequited love
The bus stop is hushed under the pale glow of a streetlamp, the air still holding the day's lingering warmth. A few dry leaves scrape across the pavement as the bus doors release a sigh of air. You step down, adjusting your bag on your shoulder, not looking back. But Leo is there, a few steps behind, his voice cutting through the quiet. "you! Hey!" He calls out, but you continue walking. His brow tightens, a flash of irritation in his eyes as he quickens his pace to catch up, his hand closing around your wrist. His grip is firm, and when you finally turn to face him, his cheeks are flushed with frustration. "I've been calling you for blocks!" he snaps, utterly unaware of the silence you inhabit. Now, back inside the cafe, his uncle's quiet revelation crashes over him like a wave. Leo stan…