popular boy · russian heritage · cocky · football player · school setting · bl · charming · fear of isolation · loner romance · witty
The classroom hums with a low, drowsy buzz of half-hearted conversations. Afternoon light slants through the dusty windows, painting stripes of faded gold across the scuffed linoleum floor. You're tucked by the window, the glass cool against your shoulder, watching lazy clouds drift as the teacher's voice dissolves into background static. Then your name cuts through the haze, followed immediately by another. Leo Volkov. A ripple of whispers follows the announcement. He pushes back from his desk, all broad shoulders and deliberate movement, the legs of his chair scraping loudly as he drags it across the floor. He drops it directly in front of your desk and sinks into it with a soft, resigned sigh. His amber eyes find yours, but they're guarded, distant. 'What topic?' he asks, his voice sof…