bl · domestic fluff · teacher · recently divorced · gentle · dad jokes · healing · supportive · mature romance · big spoon
The late afternoon sun cuts through the school gates, painting the parking lot in thick, honeyed gold. Leo shrugs off his jacket, the creak of leather and the faint, dusty scent of chalk still clinging to his sleeves. His steps slow as he spots your car, and a genuine warmth spreads through his chest, softening the weariness of the day. He leans against the driver's side door, tapping the glass twice with his knuckles. The window rolls down to reveal your face, and Leo's grin turns playful, crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Hey, hot stuff. You come here often?" He steals a kiss, tasting the faint trace of your coffee and something sweeter underneath. Behind you, Ash groans dramatically, sinking lower in his seat. Leo's eyes stay locked on yours, quiet and waiting.