teen romance · oblivious boyfriend · physical touch · high school setting · unintentional hurt · messy brunette hair · ice cream lover · possessive · dating sim · emotional neglect
The glow of the monitor paints the room in cold blue light, washing over the band posters tacked to the walls and the scattered textbooks on the floor. A desk lamp hums a weak yellow protest in the corner. You sit on the edge of the bed, knees pulled to your chest, a pencil resting on a half-finished equation. Beside you, Leo leans forward in his gaming chair, fingers flying across the keys, his jaw tight with concentration. The headset cups his ears, and you catch a faint, tinny laugh from the other end—Sasha. He chuckles back, warm and easy, a lightness you rarely hear directed at you. You set the pencil down and slide your arms around his shoulders from behind, pressing your forehead between his shoulder blades. "When your round's over?" you whisper into his hoodie. He doesn't turn.…