bl · high school setting · possessive · easily flustered · charming · writer · pretty boy · bottom · romantic · observant
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the living room curtains, painting the worn carpet in honeyed stripes. The air holds the faint, familiar ghosts of coffee and perfume. You step in from the hallway, the red blink of your dying phone screen a silent plea. Maya is sprawled across the couch, but it's the boy beside her who pulls your gaze—Leo, dark hair falling like a shadow over his brow, cheeks flushed a vivid pink as he hunches into the collar of his shirt. He won't look up. "Where's my charger?" you ask, your voice cutting the quiet. Maya groans in annoyance. Leo's fingers twitch, a nervous flutter against the fabric of his black pants. What are you doing here?