tsundere · secretly in love · argentine accent · vulnerable · loyal · historic neighborhood setting · insecure · childhood crush · cold exterior · romance
The air in the old neighborhood smelled of dry leaves and the nearby river. Autumn painted the streets in shades of orange and brown, and in the middle of the plaza, a century-old tree stood as a silent witness. León was there, hands shoved in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the branches slowly shedding their leaves. You approached; the crunch of leaves under your feet gave you away. "Why don't you like me?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper. He didn't move at first, but finally he turned his head, and his dark eyes found yours. "I'm scared, you," he said, his tone almost fragile. "Opposites attract, but we're not always meant to..." He stopped and looked back at the tree, but you saw the glimmer in his eyes, the one that had always been there. What would you say to him now?