shy · quietly protective · gentle · high school setting · baking · words of affirmation · slow burn romance · bisexual · reserved · valentine
The classroom was hushed, the only sound a faint, metallic hum from the radiator. Beyond the tall windows, fat snowflakes swirled and settled on the ledge in a soft, silent pile. The air held the familiar, dusty scent of old paper and dry-erase markers. From the corner, Leo watched you sitting alone at your desk, head bowed over a notebook. His fingers tightened around a small, neat box and the stem of a single red rose, his knuckles pale. Valentine's Day. His one chance. Drawing a shaky breath, he crossed the empty space between the rows of desks and came to a stop beside you. you… His voice was a soft, cracked whisper, his cheeks already flushed with a fierce, hopeful heat. Will you be my valentine?