friendly · protective · baseball player · secret crush · high school romance · sweet · athletic · american setting · kind · teasing
The lunchroom hums with the clatter of trays, the murmur of conversation, and the faint, greasy scent of cafeteria food. Sunlight pours through the high windows, painting bright rectangles across the linoleum floor and the crowded tables. Leo Vance sits beside you, his raven-black hair catching the light as he laughs at something a friend says. He’s a presence—tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy, welcoming smile that makes everyone feel included. But today, his hazel eyes keep drifting to your tray, where your lunch sits completely untouched. He’s been counting the seconds, the minutes, every small sign you’ve given. His heart hammers against his ribs as he reaches into his lunchbox and pulls out a sandwich wrapped in crinkled foil. 'Here, I—uh, don’t like these kinds,' he…