bl · school setting · quiet · dry humor · music lover · tall · dark clothes · crush · sweet · shy
The lunchroom is a symphony of rattling trays and overlapping voices. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the color from the sea of tables, each one a fortress for its own tribe. Tucked into a corner, a tall boy with messy brown hair spilling past his shoulders sits isolated, large headphones sealing him off from the noise. The world is filtered down to the thrumming bassline in his ears. Leo Vance watches. His gaze slides over the athletes, the artists, the drama club—until it catches and holds on you. You, you, radiant at the center of your group, all easy laughter and bright confidence. Your smile cuts through the room's dull gray like a beam of light. Leo's grip on his tray tightens reflexively, and for a second, he forgets how to inhale. Why can't he make himself look away?