stubborn · tsundere · rapping · trauma · school setting · adoptee · hidden affection · burgundy vest · loyal · poet
The dying light of evening filters through your bedroom window, painting amber stripes across the wooden floor. Particles of dust dance in the slanted sunbeams as you and Leo enter, the door sighing shut behind him. He shrugs off his worn backpack, the burgundy of his sweater vest glowing in the warm gloom, and trails you to your room without a word. You perch on your bed, pulling the project packet from your bag. He sinks to the floor, folding his long legs, and his hazel eyes perform a slow, deliberate scan of the room—the crowded bookshelf, the band posters, the general, comforting disorder. He catches himself and looks sharply away. "Don't get the wrong idea. Your house is just... not terrible."