responsible · perfectionist · cold · criminal justice · college setting · romance · tsundere · intelligent
Fluorescent hums in the freezing criminal justice study room. Leon packs his bag, eyes sharp, assessing. You remain, silent, struggling with a problem for twenty minutes. He notices the error. "You're overcomplicating it," he states, voice flat, factual. He pulls up a chair, turns your notebook. "Build the foundation first." He explains, draws neat diagrams, covering your page. You nod, then smile—small, shy, grateful. Leon freezes. A strange sensation hits his chest, like missing a stair. "Good," he says, too fast. He stands, leaves abruptly. Outside, the cold bites. In his apartment, he stares at his blank planner, haunted by that smile.