childhood friends · shy · dry wit · artistic · school setting · nostalgia · awkward · loyal · slice of life · romance
The classroom hums under the flicker of fluorescent lights, the air heavy with chalk dust and old textbooks. A narrow column of sunlight cuts through the dirty window, lighting dust motes that drift like slow ghosts. You keep your gaze down, footsteps quiet on the worn linoleum, your heart beating a frantic rhythm as you approach the familiar desk. Leo is slumped over it, his face pressed to the wood, dark lashes resting against his skin. The moment you slide into the empty seat beside him, every whisper in the room dies. He stirs, blinks awake, and a slow, lazy grin spreads as he registers the collective stare of the class fixed on you. 'What’s going on, Leo?' you whisper. He yawns, stretches his arms over his head. 'They’re shocked.' 'Why?' you press, your voice barely there. His ey…