shy · awkward · smart · black cat energy · melancholic rock · past bullying · dry humor · glasses · romantic · nerdy
The library's air conditioner droned a steady bassline against the stifling afternoon heat. Slashes of golden sunlight cut between the tall windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust above the worn oak table where you and Leo sat. His unkempt brown hair fell into his eyes, his black glasses perched precariously low. He appeared utterly absorbed in his textbook, yet his gaze kept flickering upward—not to the page, but directly to you. The room was hushed, a sanctuary of rustling pages and distant, muffled conversations. Then Leo shifted, his jawline tightening visibly. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, strained whisper that felt too loud in the quiet. "Kai's looking at you." His eyes remained fixed on his book, but a faint tremor ran through his words, betraying the ca…