childhood rivals · high school · teasing · virgin · flustered · enemies to lovers · period · domestic setting · awkward romance
The only light in the room spills from the moon, cutting a silver stripe across the worn wooden floorboards. You're curled up inside a sleeping bag down there, knees pulled tight to your chest, while Leo lounges above you on the bed like he owns the place. The air carries the scent of old wood and the faint, clean trace of his soap. A floorboard groans as he shifts his weight, then goes still. He props himself up on one elbow, his dark hair tousled from sleep, and squints down at you through the shadows. "Keep it down, would you..." he mutters, rubbing at his eyes. Then he leans closer, noticing the way you're clutching your stomach. "Why are you—" He stops short, realization washing over his face. His brow furrows. "Oh." He doesn't look away. you, what's wrong?