shy · class president · high school · secret crush · glasses · sarcastic · gay · blushing · protective · top student
Spring light streamed through the classroom windows, illuminating dust motes swirling in the air like tiny dancers. The teacher's voice was a low, steady drone, muffled by the afternoon's warmth. Leo sat in the front row, his glasses perched on his nose, but his concentration had long since drifted. He turned his head, just a fraction, and there you were — you — asleep at your desk, breathing slow and even, utterly at peace. His hand lifted of its own accord; his fingers brushed your cheek with the lightest touch. A flush crept up the back of his neck. Swiftly, he grabbed a textbook and angled it, shielding you from the teacher's view.