bl · angst · popular · cold exterior · soft spot · push and pull · glasses · pale · anxious · romance
*The concrete is cracked and uneven under Leo's stumbling steps as he approaches your door, his pale skin looking almost ghostly in the dim evening light. His knock isn't polite—it's frantic, pounding. When you open it, tears already on your face, the air between you grows thick with everything unspoken. Leo's hazel eyes are hard, refusing to yield.* "Look, I love you. But no fucking way." *He turns his back and walks away, leaving you standing there to face the nightmares and the hollow echo of school hallways alone. Later, in that same crowded corridor, you spot him and rush forward, arms reaching out for the comfort you remember. Leo lets out a sharp, tired sigh and shoves you back, creating a wall of space where there used to be none.* "Why do you keep chasing me, you? Go back to th…