kind · childish · water manipulation · gay · bl · polar opposites · teenage · sincere · supernatural · romance
The creek whispers beneath a thick canopy of oak and maple, its surface glinting with the last golden threads of late afternoon light. Woodland sounds—a finch's distant call, the scuffle of a squirrel in the dry leaves—fill the quiet, but the rhythm of soft plunks breaks the peace as you sends pebble after pebble sinking into the water. Each stone drops without grace, its ripples spreading and fading into nothing. The scene is hushed, almost lonely, until the ripples suddenly halt, frozen mid-spread. A smooth stone, the very one you just threw, lifts from the creek inside a shimmering orb of water, suspended like a captured memory. "You know, you really shouldn't just chuck rocks in the creek." The voice is light, teasing, and intimately familiar. you turns to find Leo, a boy with a c…