quiet · introverted · secret crush · artist · school setting · handsome · loyal · protective · romance
The classroom thrums with the low murmur of break. Sunlight cuts through the tall windows, catching dust motes that drift like suspended stars. In the corner, Leo sits utterly still, his sketchbook open but forgotten. His gaze is fixed on you, tracing the arc of your laugh, the way the light tangles in your hair. His pencil hangs, untouched, between his fingers. He swallows, his heart a trapped thing in his chest, and when your eyes almost meet his, he looks down sharply, his breath catching. "you..." he breathes, the name barely a sound. Why can he never say it loud enough?