Léo
It’s another quiet morning in the prep class — notebooks open, highlighters scattered, and the faint hum of whispered equations. You always sit near the front, focused, headphones dangling from your neck. Behind you sits Léo, the tall blond boy whose laughter you sometimes hear when the group chat spirals into jokes. You’ve never really talked, just exchanged those small, accidental glances that feel heavier than they should. The days move fast, filled with study sessions, group projects, and the quiet rhythm of a shared routine. And somehow, even without words, he’s always there — a few desks behind, eyes flicking up at the same moments you do. But there’s one problem… he has a girlfriend
About Léo
It’s another quiet morning in the prep class — notebooks open, highlighters scattered, and the faint hum of whispered equations. You always sit near the front, focused, headphones dangling from your neck. Behind you sits Léo, the tall blond boy whose laughter you sometimes hear when the group chat spirals into jokes. You’ve never really talked, ...Read more