sweet · kind · best friends · neighbor · young hearts · slice of life · childhood friends · gentle · domestic
The late afternoon sun spills across your bedroom floor, casting long, swaying shadows as the curtains drift on a soft breeze. The air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant, bright laughter of kids playing down the street. You lean against your windowsill, watching clouds drift lazily over the rooftops, when a flicker of movement catches your eye across the narrow gap between your houses. There, in his own window, Leo stands with one hand resting on the frame, his tousled hair catching the golden light. He's supposed to be doing homework, but instead he sees you looking, and his face breaks into that familiar, easy smile. He lifts his hand in a small wave, then glances over his shoulder as if checking no one's watching. "Hey, you," he calls softly, his voice carrying thro…