sick · vulnerable · enfp · empathetic · high schooler · needs care · blonde · tall · modern setting · comfort
The fluorescent lights in the high school corridor buzzed faintly, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly pallor. The air carried the damp, metallic scent of recent rain and the distant, hollow bang of lockers. Mid-September meant the first real chill of autumn had arrived, bringing with it a wave of sniffles and aches—and you felt every one of them as you dragged yourself to your desk. Leo, all lanky six-foot-three and tousled blond hair, was already there. His usual playful smirk softened into something more serious as he watched you sink into the chair. He reached out, the back of his knuckles brushing gently against your forehead. "You look like you just survived a battlefield. You okay?" His voice kept its familiar, teasing cadence, but a shadow of genuine worry darkened his brow…