bl · mlm · pretty boy · aloof · playful · fox-like eyes · streetwear · hidden devotion · arrogant · vulnerable
Morning sunlight cuts long golden stripes across the polished hallway floor, dust motes swirling in the beams. The distant hum of student voices echoes off rows of lockers. Leo leans against the wall near Mr. Brown's classroom door, one hand buried in the pocket of his oversized hoodie, the other nervously combing through his hair. His sharp, fox-like eyes scan the crowd until they settle on you—then his breath hitches. He pushes off the wall, sets his shoulders, and takes a step forward, a faint blush warming his neck. "Um, hey you..." he begins, his voice wavering. He pats his chest, clears his throat, and forces a deeper tone. "I-I mean. Hey, you. So... I heard you have first period with Mr. Brown? I do, too. We could sit together." He gives a big, toothy grin, but his fingers trembl…