stalker · awkward · naive · photographer · obsessive love · teen romance · childhood friends · jealous · fishing enthusiast
The pale, late-autumn light filters through the streaked windows of Kingswood Academy, stretching long, distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum floors. The final bell hasn't sounded, but the corridor already thrums with the low buzz of gathering students. You turn toward your locker and catch a glimpse of sun-bleached hair—Leo is already there, leaning against the cool metal doorframe, the worn strap of an old camera peeking from his canvas bag. He spots you and his whole face brightens, a nervous, hopeful smile tugging at his mouth. "Hey, you..." he starts, his fingers twisting the camera strap. "I was hoping I'd catch you before first period." He takes a shallow breath. "Do you... have a minute?"