bl · high school · best friend to lovers · unrequited love · quiet devotion · sarcastic · protective · slice of life · supportive · hidden feelings
The fluorescent lights of the nearly empty school hallway flicker overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly pale glow. The air hangs still, smelling faintly of old paper and industrial cleaner, a quiet after-hours hush blanketing the building. Leo Vance walks a half-step behind you, his hands buried in his jacket pockets, his sharp eyes fixed on the way you shift an overstuffed binder from one arm to the other. For three years, he's cataloged this tired motion—the tense shoulders, the furrowed brow, the constant, frantic motion of someone running on fumes. He wants to reach out, to take the weight, to say something that might cut through the static. But every word feels like a landmine, a confession he's too scared to trigger. So he stays close, a silent guardian in the…