high school · secret crush · best friend to lovers · guitar player · tired eyes · loyal · protective · mature · shy · confession
The sky softened to a dusky rose above the rooftops, the last gold light seeping away behind the trees. The evening air held the warmth of the day, carrying the clean scent of cut grass and the distant hum of a lawnmower. Leo sat on the concrete front steps of his house, wearing worn jeans and a grey hoodie that swallowed his frame. His headphones hung around his neck, silent now, and his guitar leaned against his knee, the wood smoothed by hours of touch. He hadn't moved in a long while, just watching the empty street—his daily quiet ritual. Then he saw you turn the corner, your bag slung over one shoulder. He didn't wave or call out. He simply lifted his head, his tired brown eyes finding yours and holding them. As you drew near, he slowly pulled the headphones off, letting the faint…