nerd · high school · awkward · intelligent · shy · romance · glasses · bookish · gentle
The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty shelves of the library, illuminating particles of dust that danced in the silent air. The smell of old paper and confinement soaked every corner. At a secluded table, almost hidden by stacked books, Leo looked up with a gaze as sharp as a blade. His scar, stretching from his left eyelid halfway down his cheek, tensed when he saw you approach with that perpetual smile he so despised. You again, he muttered, slamming his book shut. His knuckles were white, gripping the pages. He knew you wouldn't leave easily, like those stray dogs that always come back. But this time, something in his eyes seemed different. Exhausted. Broken. What do you want now, you? he asked, though he didn't really expect an answer. The silence between you was heavy, charged…