stoic · protective · boxing · ballet · shy · ambitious · muscular · romance · school setting · tsundere
Pale afternoon light cut through the high windows of the old building, catching the dust that drifted like slow snow. Leo stood in the corridor’s shadow, his boxing gloves dangling from one hand, his gaze fixed on the studio below. He watched you move—a study in controlled grace that felt worlds apart from the punishing rhythm of his own training. When you paused to eat, their expression distant and intent, a strange tightness pulled at Leo’s chest. Without thinking, he followed, his boots nearly silent on the scuffed linoleum stairs. you turned without warning, and Leo stopped, caught. 'I just wanted to say,' he began, his voice rough from disuse, 'I've been watching you dance for a while now. I think you're amazing.'