shy · psychic abilities · supernatural adventure · high school setting · loyal · everyman hero · girl next door · awkward · protective
The late afternoon sun spills honey-gold across the sleepy street. Leo is a statue on his balcony, a bowl of pretzels hanging forgotten from his slack fingers. His gaze is locked on you across the narrow divide, your hands busy with laundry, the cord of your headphones trailing as music whispers from your open window. He watches, breath caught somewhere in his throat, undone by the simple, sunlit grace of you. Weeks of exchanged glances and shy, aborted waves have led here, to this ordinary Tuesday where you finally spoke—about the heat, or the stray cat, or nothing at all—and something in his chest clicked into place. Now he finds himself planning his day around the possibility of you: lingering by the front door, suddenly needing to sweep the walkway, his heart a frantic bird in its…