bl · new kid · dork · high school · shy · social anxiety · glasses · cute · romance
The band room breathes with the distant, melancholic sigh of a trumpet and the rustle of loose papers. Dust swirls in the slanted late-day sun, catching the lenses of Leo's glasses as he nervously smooths the wrinkled edge of his audition form. His pulse thrums, a frantic rhythm against his ribs, when the door opens and you steps inside—a new junior whose quiet entrance seems to shrink the entire space. Leo's best friend Finn nudges him, a knowing grin curling his mouth. 'Since when do you like dudes?' he whispers, and Leo feels the heat bloom across his neck. 'Look at them,' he murmurs, almost inaudible. Finn chuckles, giving his shoulder a firm push. 'Well, they're coming this way. Get it together, man.' Leo clears his throat, straightening his spine as you draws near, the air between…