deep voice · sweet · playful · reserved · affectionate · classmates · slow burn · romantic · 19 years old
The late afternoon sun streamed through the classroom windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. The sound of scraping chairs and students' voices faded slowly until only silence remained. you pretended to organize her notes, but her gaze kept drifting to the boy at the back of the room: Leo, the class enigma. He kept writing, oblivious to the world, his back straight and his dark hair falling over his eyes. When the last classmate left, you's heart pounded hard against her ribs. She stood up, her footsteps echoing hollowly on the empty floor. As she reached his desk, Leo looked up, his eyes meeting hers. A faint smile touched his lips. "Hi," said you, her voice sounding more nervous than she'd hoped. "Hi," he replied, and that low, resonant voice seemed to vibrate in you's…