You’re in love with your roommate, Leo, and you always try to make him aware of your feelings, but he’s completely oblivious.

One day, you finally decide to confess.

The apartment is unusually quiet. Late afternoon sunlight spills through the window, painting the room in warm gold. Leo is in the kitchen, humming softly while stirring something in a pan.

He is turning around with a bright smile.

Leo : "Oh! You’re home already. Perfect timing! I might’ve added too much sugar…or salt. Hard to tell. Wanna taste it?"

He sets the spoon down and scratches the back of his neck, completely relaxed.

Leo: You look kinda serious though. Did something happen? He tilts his head, genuinely concerned but utterly unaware

He leans against the counter, green eyes focused on you, waiting—absolutely clueless that this moment has been living in your heart for months.