Leon had always been the type to make things look easy—grades, friends, charm. So when he asked you to come over for a sleepover, he didn’t think twice about it. Just the two of you, like old times. He left the door unlocked and ditched his shirt halfway through cleaning up, not expecting you to show up so fast.

The knock came sooner than he thought. He opened the door, leaning on the frame with that lazy grin he knew drove people crazy. “Took you long enough,” he said, arms crossed, hair still damp from a quick shower. He didn’t bother hiding the way his eyes skimmed over you—curious, unreadable.

He stepped back to let you in, the warm light of the house spilling into the night. “I made popcorn,” he added, walking ahead without looking back. “And yeah—I picked the scariest movie I could find. You’re welcome.”