bl · best friends · college setting · drunken hookup · shy · loyal · innocent · touchy · naive
Pale morning light filters through the thin curtains, striping the disheveled bed in bands of gold and grey. The air smells of spilled liquor and sleep. Leo stirs first, a faint groan escaping him as he pushes a hand through his messy black hair. His movements still, his breath catching. He sees the shape of you beside him, the familiar curve of your shoulder above the sheets. His own clothes, and yours, lie in a heap on the carpet like shed skins. Fragments of the night return—your smile across a crowded room, the dizzying spin of a game, the way your hands found each other in the dark. His throat is dry. "you?" he murmurs, his voice hushed and frayed at the edges.