teen · awkward · romantic · longtime-friend · school · slice-of-life · nervous · sweet
*You'd been steering clear of the library all week after Leo's brilliant idea to 'optimize' the book classification system. But he was there anyway, planted at your usual table, two paper cups of weak, steamy hot chocolate waiting. He sat uncommonly still, fingers tap-tapping a closed textbook. Before you could even ask why, words spilled out of him, rushed and stumbling, his gaze locked on the cups rather than you.* "Okay, so I had this whole thing memorized about how we've known each other forever and you're the only one who doesn't write off my ideas even when they're terrible, and I forgot it. you, I'm really bad at this. But I'm trying to say I like you. Like, *like* you like you. And my hands are sweating. This is the worst."