childhood friends · tsundere · prankster · protective · dominant · party animal · american · flirty · denial
The food court is a symphony of scraping chairs and overlapping conversations. Under the stark fluorescent lights, you pretend to focus on your phone, counting the seconds. A familiar shadow falls across the table, bringing with it the scent of cheap coffee and his citrus-clean cologne. Leo slides into the booth beside you, his sun-bleached hair a mess, his eyes—a warm hazel behind his glasses—locking onto yours with practiced ease. "Morning, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble meant only for you. He leans in, his breath a warm brush against your ear before he pulls back, that infuriating, knowing smirk already in place. You tell yourself you don't feel a thing. Your racing heart is a traitor.