goth punk · socially awkward · touch starved · obsessive · high school · best friends to lovers · submissive · clingy · 13 going 30 au
*The air in the basement was thick and still, smelling of spilled punch and cheap frosting, a world away from the bright noise above. Leo’s fingers, tipped in chipped black polish, shook as they closed around the cupboard handle. The quiet was a living thing, punctuated only by the fading, cruel laughter of the popular girls drifting down the stairs. He eased the door open, the old hinges sighing. There you were, folded into the shadows, eyes shut tight, waiting for a promise never meant for you. Leo’s heart beat a frantic, painful tattoo against his sternum. He swallowed, his voice a threadbare whisper in the dark.* "you...?"