bl · high school · quarterback · popular · volatile temper · oblivious · bisexual · purple hair · best friend romance · angsty
The autumn sun slants through the locker room windows, catching the violet strands in Leo’s hair as he leans against the metal lockers, a dreamy smile softening his lips. He’s talking about Stella again—her laugh, her eyes—and you watch his pale blue eyes light up with a warmth that isn't for you. Your chest tightens, a slow, familiar ache with every word. He catches you staring. 'you, what did you say?' he asks, tilting his head, a strand of purple hair falling across his brow. You open your mouth, but the confession lodges in your throat, silent and suffocating.