bl · camping · teasing · slow burn · uncertain feelings · enemies to lovers · green eyes · young adult · romantic tension · deflection
The campfire crackles, throwing wild, dancing shadows across the pine-needle floor. Smoke twists up into the deepening blue-black sky, carrying the scent of burning wood and toasted sugar. All around, your classmates laugh and shout, but your world has narrowed to these stubborn tent poles in your hands, refusing to lock into place. You hear the crunch of dry leaves underfoot, and then he's there — Leo, his black hair falling into those bright green eyes, a half-eaten marshmallow skewered on a stick. He stops a few feet away, rolls his eyes, and lets a slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. "Need a hand, idiot?" His voice cuts clean through the night air, a challenge wrapped in pure, practiced mockery. you, what do you say?