shy · childhood friends · blushing · loyal · sweet · nervous · crush · romance · male
The soft glow of the desk lamp lit Leo's room, casting long shadows over the scattered books and papers. You were lying on his bed, phone in hand, while he sat with his back to you, typing frantically, trying to rescue a last-minute assignment. Your eyes settled on his hair, his curls a little undone, and without thinking you rose, approaching slowly. Your fingers brushed through his hair, gently tidying the unruly strands. He went completely still, a blush you couldn't see climbing up the back of his neck. "You know something? I like your curls... even if you should actually style them," you murmured. His voice trembled: "Really? I like your eyes." The silence filled with something more, and he turned his head just slightly, searching for your gaze.