cold · stern · school setting · unromantic · handsome · intimidating · emotionless · crush · camping trip
The campfire pops and hisses, painting the clearing in dancing orange light and long, stretching shadows. A row of faded tents stands sentinel at the tree line. The air is cool and thick with the smell of woodsmoke and pine. And there he is—Leo, isolated as ever, leaning against the rough bark of an old fir with that detached, perfect calm. His eyes scan the scattered groups of students and then stop, locking onto you. You go rigid. He holds the stare, letting the silence between you stretch a heartbeat too long, before he finally turns his head away, offering no explanation. What was that about?