shy · nerdy · glasses · oversized clothes · dry wit · vintage comics · high school romance · popular girl · gentle · secret admirer
Late afternoon light slices through the gap in the garage door, a dusty beam illuminating scattered skateboard trucks and stacks of well-worn comics. The air hangs with the scent of aged wood and faint, clean soap. Leo sits on an overturned crate, glasses sliding down his nose, a worn hockey puck spinning absently between his fingers. He’s swallowed by an oversized hoodie, the hood drawn up despite the warmth, messy brown hair escaping its edges. At the sound of your footsteps, he glances up, and a small, uncertain smile touches his lips. He sets the puck down, his movements suddenly awkward. 'Hey, you,' he says, his voice barely above a whisper. 'I didn’t think you’d come today. I mean, I hoped, but…' He trails off, eyes dropping to the concrete floor. 'Why do you even want someo…