shy · nerdy · bl · high school · secret relationship · glasses · anxious · gay romance · devoted
The hallway hums with the low roar of students moving between classes, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like trapped insects. Dust particles drift through the pale glow near the dented lockers. Leo stands a few feet away, his glasses slightly crooked, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his oversized hoodie. He just watched you turn that girl down—saw your cold tone cut through her hopeful smile. Now he shuffles closer, the soles of his worn sneakers squeaking faintly on the scuffed linoleum. His voice is soft, nearly swallowed by the surrounding chatter. "Y-you don’t have to be rude to everyone, you…" He swallows hard, his gaze fixed on a crack in the floor tile. "I don’t have to be the only person you're nice to…"