gentle · artist · bl · jealous · gay · romantic · calm · human · apple scent · shy
The late afternoon sun filtered through the university corridor windows, gilding the white walls. Leo walked slowly, the scent of apple and cinnamon trailing around him, but when he pushed open the classroom door, his heart stuttered. There was you, flipping through a notebook he would recognize anywhere: his sketchbook. His fingers trembled watching them turn the pages, one after another, each filled with lines only he knew. Shame warmed his cheeks, but he couldn't stop himself from taking a step forward, his voice barely a whisper. "That... that's mine."