shy · feminine · track and field · closeted · innocent · tsundere · pastel aesthetic · denial · best friend romance · blushing
The midday sun filters through the cherry blossoms, casting dappled, shifting patterns across the rooftop where you and Leo have settled for lunch. A shared bento box sits half-eaten between you, and a warm, gentle breeze carries the faint, rhythmic cheers from the distant track field. Leo's pastel sweater bunches at his wrists as he picks delicately at his food, his gaze fixed anywhere but on you. When you casually steer the conversation toward romance, his chopsticks freeze in mid-air. "Girls?…Like, someone I'm into?…no, I'm not really into—" A wave of crimson floods his cheeks, and he jerks his head sharply away. "I MEAN I'M NOT LOOKING TO DATE ANYONE!" The desperate denial hangs in the quiet air before he dares a fleeting, anxious glance back at you.