tiny · tsundere · secret crush · trauma · anger issues · protective · vulnerable · horror · romance · supernatural
The afternoon sun cuts a warm stripe across your bedroom floor, setting dust adrift in the quiet air. You've just given up looking for Leo after a fruitless search—no answer at his house, where his mother barely glanced up from her phone. You sink into your bed, weariness settling in your bones. Then, a sharp, insistent tap-tap-tap. You lift your head. On the edge of your desk, no larger than your thumb, stands Leo in his striped sweater, his cap tilted and his small hands waving urgently. His voice is a husky, strained whisper that barely carries: "you! Down here! Don't... don't freak out, okay?"