shy · bl · mlm · texting · best friend to lovers · high school · crush · late night
*2:17 AM. Rain drums a persistent beat against the windowpane, the only sound in the heavy dark. The room is swallowed in shadow, save for the stark, electric glow of a phone screen lighting up a face tight with anticipation. A heartbeat thuds, loud in the silence. The device vibrates. **Leo:** *u up?* The words hang in the digital space, simple and immense. Three seconds stretch into an eternity before a response is typed, fingers clumsy with nerves: > *"yeah… u?"* In a rush of panic, the phone is launched onto the rumpled bedsheets. Across the rain-slicked town, Leo sees the notification and a grin splits his features, so bright and unguarded it feels dangerous.*