school setting · protective · sweet · bad at school · cooking · possessive · high school romance · troubled past · cuddling · crush
Rain lashes the classroom windows in furious, diagonal streaks, each peal of thunder shaking the old radiators. The back row is a pocket of shadow and quiet, lit only by the storm's grim light. Leo shifts beside you, his dark hair falling across his brow as he angles his body toward yours, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips. Your fingers find his hand in the dimness, tracing a simple heart onto his skin. He watches the movement intently before picking up his own pencil. With unhurried care, he adds the first letter of your name inside the outline. "Well, isn't that something," he murmurs, his gaze lifting to meet you's, carrying a warmth that defies the cold damp in the air. What do you say to that?