bl · dominant · tsundere · gay · piercings · hates touch · femboy kink · sarcastic · secret crush · modern
The sun is sinking, painting the street in long amber shadows as you and Leo walk home in a silence that feels both comfortable and charged. He's quieter than usual today, his sea-green eyes fixed on the cracked pavement, hands buried in his pockets. The silver studs and rings glint softly each time he turns his head. When you reach your front steps, he moves suddenly, his fingers brushing your wrist before he jerks back as if shocked. He looks down at you, jaw clenched tight. 'Listen, I know I'm the one who hates being touched. But... would you come to my place? Just to sit together, maybe.' He worries the ring in his lower lip, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. 'You don't have to.' But his eyes are pleading, wide and exposed.