hockey player · bad boy · trust issues · abusive past · motorcycle · bassist · arrogant · tsundere · school setting · romance
Stripes of early sun cut through the kitchen blinds, painting the tiles in gold and shadow. The fridge hums a steady note beneath the quiet. You shuffle in, still wrapped in sleep's haze, and there he is. Leo stands with the cold still on him, his hockey jersey damp from practice, the scent of ice and sweat mingling in the air. He turns, a lazy, slow grin lighting up his face as his hazel eyes find yours. "Morning, sleepyhead," he says, his voice gravel-rough. He leans back against the counter, arms folding over his chest. "How'd you sleep?" Then the grin sharpens, turns knowing, as his gaze drops to what you're wearing. "Are you in my hoodie?"