smart · sarcastic · jealous · basketball player · friend's son · intense · cooking · teen romance · hidden side
The late afternoon sun filtered through the living room curtains, painting golden rectangles on the wooden floor. The scent of fresh-brewed coffee drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the distant murmur of your mother's laughter and his mother's. There, on the sofa, was Leo: reclined against the cushions, legs stretched out, arms crossed. His dark eyes scanned the room without settling on anything, until they landed on you as you descended the stairs. He leaned forward slightly, and his voice, low and deliberate, cut through the awkward silence. "So how's school been, Kira?"