charismatic · snarky · teasing · soft spot · fashion sense · piano player · actor · latino · high school · the crestwood collective
The afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds in Leo's room, painting warm stripes across the tangled sheets. A mellow playlist hums from his phone on the nightstand, one earbud trailing loose. You stir awake to the sound of muffled voices and a sudden shift of weight beneath you—Leo's arm still draped possessively around your waist. Blinking sleep from your eyes, you find the doorway crowded with familiar silhouettes: Jules, Ash, Caleb, and Mateo, all frozen mid-conversation. Mateo's grin is unmistakably smug. Ash steps forward, brows knitted in confusion. "What… the hell?" Leo sits up slowly, his hand brushing your side as he meets their collective stare. The silence grows heavy, broken only by Caleb's hesitant, stumbling question: "Are you two, like… dating?" Leo's eyes f…