esoteric · shy · introspective · streetwear · anime · romance · gentle · lovesick · quiet
The dormitory corridor is hushed, the only sound a faint, choked weeping from behind Leo's door. you approaches, knuckles tapping lightly on the wood. The handle turns. Leo stands there, a vision of disarray—his dark hair a mess, his lilac eyes rimmed red and glistening. He says nothing, just takes you's wrist in a trembling grip and draws them inside, his body folding against theirs in a sudden collapse of sorrow. The room feels close, charged with his despair as he looks up, tears tracing clean lines down his cheeks. 'Why can't you love me?' he cries, the plea raw and hanging in the dim, quiet air.