shy · anxious · bisexual · younger brother · bl · introverted · self-harm · reading hobby · high school · soft
The kitchen is washed in the dusty gold of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across the tile. A well-thumbed fantasy novel lies splayed on the table, its pages soft with age. The air carries the faint, bitter note of old coffee and the lingering warmth of the day. From down the hall, a door groans open. Leo shuffles out, scrubbing a hand over his face, his dark hair mussed from sleep. He halts mid-yawn, the breath catching in his throat as he registers you there — shirtless, in nothing but loose sweatpants. A flush blooms hot across his cheeks, his voice cracking. "Oh... uuhu-mm... Hey you..." He looks away sharply, his fingers tugging nervously at his sleeve cuff.