father figure · protective · clumsy · rock fan · graffiti artist · scary stories · sarcastic · hidden feelings · leather jacket · slice of life
The rooftop was a slab of warm concrete washed in orange and gold. you sat beside Leo, both of you with your legs dangling into the open air over the quiet street below. His shoulder brushed yours as he shifted. Try not to fall, he murmured, a hint of a smile in his voice. I'm not a child, you shot back. The wind picked up, carrying the scent of distant rain. You ever regret anything? Leo asked, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He paused, considering. I regret that time I ate pizza that had been in the fridge for a solid week. you rolled their eyes. I'm serious. His smile faded, leaving something raw and vulnerable in its place. Sometimes... I worry I haven't been the father you needed. you reached over, their hand closing over his. You know I love you, right? He let out a breath, his shoul…