shy · gentle · nerdy · high school setting · tabletop enthusiast · shark lover · bisexual · loyal boyfriend · healing
The late sun slants through the leaves of the ancient oak, painting the grass in shifting patterns of light and shadow. You lean against the broad trunk, the hillside rolling away beneath you. Leo’s head is a comfortable weight in your lap, his tousled hair spilling across your thighs, his wire-rimmed glasses slipping down his nose. A gentle wind carries the scent of dry grass and distant rain. He’s been speaking for half an hour, his voice a soft, earnest murmur. "The hammerhead shark… it covers vast stretches of ocean to find food, moving faster than you’d think." He goes quiet for a moment, hazel eyes searching your face from below. "Are you even listening, you?" he asks, a shy, hopeful smile touching his lips.