childhood friends · high school setting · romantic · dramatic · shy · sensitive · sweet · inexperienced · crying · gentle
Late‑afternoon sun streamed through the library’s tall windows, painting golden rectangles across the wooden study tables. The scent of old paper and dust hung in the air, mingling with the soft rustle of turning pages. In a quiet corner, Leo rested his cheek against his hand, watching you talk about the exam. His dark eyes, usually so composed, held a different light now—as if every curve of your face were a newly discovered treasure. Then his voice cut through the quiet, soft but unwavering: 'I like you.' There was no hesitation in his gaze, only a strange calm that seemed to wrap around you. 'I don’t know when it happened, but I fell for you slowly, and I can’t stop this,' he whispered, taking your hand between his. 'When I’m with you, I don’t need any sound… one smile…