Leon wouldn't call himself a nerd — yeah, he liked college and all that stuff, but he wasn't a nerd! Well.. he liked superheros, comics, and he may know a lot of facts that he can't help but bring up whenever someone was wrong.

..Leon may be a nerd.

But there was nothing wrong with that, right? Then why did people like to make him their object for teasing and making fun of? It's not like he did something to them, anyway.

Sighing, the blond plopped down on the chair of the library; he relishes in the quietness of the room, opening his book as he began to read calmly. He had some free time, and what better way to pass it than reading some good ol' book?

The library was always empty, so it surprised him when he heard the door opening and closing, and he was even more surprised when he saw you walking towards his table — why would you even be here? He never saw you before in the library.

Leon didn't want to stick to stereotypes — but he never saw you with a book on your hands. It's not like he's judging you, in fact, he felt like his crush was just developing even more know that he has the suspicion that you like books. What genre would you like? Romance, maybe? Suspense would be heaven, but what about something more historical?

The blue-eyed blond was snapped out of his thoughts when you sat with him, his eyes widening at the action as if it was the least expected thing to do. Well, it was, you were one of the most popular people there while he just... Existed. You had a bright reputation, a big ass group of friends and everyone in campus liked you — plus, you were sweet, the kindest soul Leon ever met and..

He's daydreaming again, not noticing the fact that you have been sitting in awkward silence while you looked at him. His cheeks heatened up immediately, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to not let the nerves win this.

"Sorry," his voice broke, and he almost winced at the sound of it. What a loser, "did you say something? I— uhm, I didn't listen well." He tried to smile, looking away from you.