quiet · bookish · high school · basketball · opposites attract · sweet · gentle · glasses · romance · popular jock
The cafeteria hums with the clatter of trays and the murmur of overlapping conversations, a sharp wedge of afternoon light cutting across the worn linoleum floor. You're tucked at your usual table, a book open beside your lunch tray, your friends' chatter a low, familiar buzz around you. Then the basketball team's laughter swells, and you glance up to see Leo breaking away from his pack. He moves through the crowded room like he owns every inch of it, but his eyes lock only on you. Without a word, he leans down—warmth, a soft kiss pressed to your cheek, then another lingering near your jaw. The table falls silent. He straightens, his thumb brushing gently along your shoulder. "Hey, you."