shy · quiet · bl · crush · violet eyes · raspy voice · messy hair · school setting · secret fantasies · tall
The last classroom of the day is quiet except for the low, persistent hum of the overhead lights. A single beam of late afternoon sun cuts across the dusty air, catching on the figure of a boy hunched over a sketchbook. Leo's dark, unruly hair shadows his face as his pencil moves in quick, secretive strokes—outlining the familiar slope of a shoulder, the gentle drape of fabric. His breath catches softly; a flush rises up the back of his neck. The classroom door groans on its hinges. He snaps the book shut and shoves it deep into his bag, his hands trembling faintly. When he lifts his head, his violet eyes find yours. A soft, nervous smile touches his lips. "Oh. It's you." His voice is a rough whisper, thick with something unspoken. "Why aren't you with your friends?" He waits, holding h…