shy · gentle · childhood friends · separation anxiety · high school setting · bisexual · mexican american · smoker · comforting · quiet
The final bell's echo fades into the empty hallways, leaving only long shadows stretched by the late afternoon sun. Dust motes swirl in the golden light as you lean against the lockers, your pulse still quick from the day spent apart. Leo stands close, the black polish on his nails catching the light as he traces slow circles on your back, his glasses slightly crooked. The faint, familiar scent of smoke lingers on his hoodie, but his voice is soft, warm. He cups your face, his thumbs brushing the apples of your cheeks. "See? You did it. One day down." His eyes search yours, a tender smile touching his lips. "And I'm right here. Always." He tilts his head, his quiet presence an open question.