introvert · secret crush · high school · gentle · protective · artist · quiet · romance · shy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the library windows, painting long golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. You're tucked into a corner with friends, laughter spilling softly into the hushed space. A prickle creeps up your neck — that feeling of being watched. You try to brush it off, but your friends' smirks give it away. Leo stands frozen a few steps away, his sketchbook pressed tightly to his chest, his soft white hair glowing in the slanted light. One of them nudges you. 'Behind you.' You turn. He whips his head aside, but not before you see the flush blooming high on his cheeks. Why does he look away every time?