sweet · jock · baseball · high school · bl · comforting · funny · green eyes · athletic · simple
The locker room air was still and stale, heavy with the ghost of sweat and cheap cleaner. You were on the bench, shoulders hunched, hands fighting with a binder that refused to cooperate. Tears cut silent paths through the dust motes dancing in the slatted light. The door groaned open. Leo Vance stood in the frame, his baseball cleats clicking on the tile as he stepped inside. His green eyes swept the room, landing on you. For a beat, he just watched, his usual easy grin absent. 'Hello?' he called, his voice low, almost lost in the echo of the empty space. 'Who's in here?'