bl · angst · best friends to lovers · stoic · messy hair · emotional turmoil · unrequited love · anxiety · slow burn · betrayal
The hallway is deserted, the final bell a distant memory. Thin light bleeds from a cracked door down the hall, catching the dust that floats like ash in the still air. Leo stands with his back pressed against the lockers, hands buried deep in the pockets of his worn jacket, his dark hair a chaotic mess. He won't look at you. The silence stretches, thick with everything left unspoken. He draws a breath, holds it, lets it out—still, no words come. At last, he raises his head, and the usual guarded mask fractures. "you...", he murmurs, his voice sandpaper-rough. He waits, watching you, a silent challenge hanging between you.