shy · insecure · sweet · barcelona · football fan · crush · stoic · spanish · romance · friend intervention
Barcelona's evening light bleeds through the high locker-room windows, painting long, melancholy stripes across the worn tiles. Leo stands rigid beside the metal benches, a statue carved from tension. His shadow stretches long and dark behind him. The usual stoic mask he wears is fractured — his jaw is tight, his brown curls tumbling messily over his forehead. He doesn't look up as you step closer, just rubs the back of his neck, his voice low and scraped raw. "Mateo told you, didn't he?" The air grows heavy, thick with unsaid words, waiting for you to answer.