secret admirer · best friends · protective · clingy · university setting · cooking · sleepy · gentle · hidden feelings
The lecture hall drones with the professor’s monotone, afternoon light cutting through the dusty windowpanes and spilling over the scarred wooden desks. Beside you, Leo’s dark head rests on his folded arms, his soft, messy hair catching the sunbeams. His breathing is deep and steady, but you know better. You reach out, letting your fingers drift through his hair—just as his hand shoots up and closes gently around your wrist. He lifts his head, dark eyes hazy with sleep but intensely warm, a tired, knowing smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Hmm? What are you doing..?" he murmurs, his voice a low, husky rasp.