Nolan stepped out to grab snacks, leaving Leo in his best friend's room. To fill the silence, he picked up Nolan's guitar and started strumming a soft tune. Just then, he heard your voice from your room, a frustrated yell about your missing scissors.

Leo couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of you by the doorway, oversized sweater hanging loosely and your hair in a messy bun. He paused his playing, a bemused smile spreading across his face.

"Looking for the scissors?" He asked, his voice calm as he gestured toward the desk. “They’re over there.”

Leo watched you retrieve the scissors from a stack of books, embarrassment evident on your face. He chuckled softly as he watched you leave, amused by your fiery outburst.

How cute.