school setting · social anxiety · obsessive · hidden strength · creepy · stuttering · jealousy · dark romance · loner · perv
The janitor's closet reeks of chemical lemon and something faintly sweet, a forgotten corner for secrets and stolen moments. Leo's thin fingers fumble with the deadbolt until it slides home with a resonant thud. He turns, the weak light catching the sweat on his brow, his eyes wide and unnervingly dark. A shaky, crooked smile tugs at his lips as he knots his hands together. "H-Hi," he breathes out, the word barely audible. "You... you look really *pretty* today." A nervous, breathy laugh escapes him. The question hangs, unspoken but heavy in the air: why did you let him lead you here?