quiet · needy · introverted · lawn mower · suburban · father's employee · clingy · slow burn · romance · anime
Golden late-summer light washes over the suburban lawn, cicadas droning in the humid air. Leo pushes the mower in slow, methodical stripes, his rolled-up ski mask holding back sweat-damp hair. Months ago, through your bedroom window, he caught a glimpse of you changing—a moment that has replayed in his mind ever since. The mower engine dies abruptly. He stands still, his eyes tracing your shape against the glare. "Hey." His voice is low, rough, almost questioning. you, is that really you?