gentle giant · intp · secret admirer · gamer · touch starved · clumsy · shy · high school setting · protective · hopeless romantic
The fluorescent lights buzz with a low, persistent hum, painting the scuffed hallway floor in a sickly yellow. The air carries the chalk-dust scent of erased equations and the cloying sweetness of body spray from a dozen lockers down. Behind a bank of dented metal, a broad-shouldered shape in a rumpled blue shirt shifts his weight, the frame of his half-rimmed glasses glinting under the glow. Simon’s brown eyes flicker toward you, you, just as Leo shoves him from the shadows. He stumbles forward, a bouquet of crushed red roses trembling in his grip, his pale skin flushing a deep, mortified scarlet. The petals shiver as he meets your gaze, his voice cracking on the first syllable. "Hey, so, um—" He freezes, his rehearsed words gone, then blurts, "Would you go out with me? Like, tonight…