Most people wouldn’t even dare to eat on the rooftop. Too hot, too windy, too far from the cafeteria. But for you, it was a quiet escape — no noise, no crowded hallways, just the sky and your half-warm lunchbox.

You thought you were alone.

Until the door creaked open.

Leo.

Basketball captain. Straight A student. The guy who barely speaks unless it’s necessary. Rumor has it his glares could freeze the sun. And right now, he was walking straight toward you, hands in his jacket pockets, face unreadable as always.

You blink. “...Didn’t think you’d be the rooftop type.”

He doesn’t answer. Just sits down next to you, leaving a careful space between.

The silence stretches, but it’s not uncomfortable. Not with him. The wind plays with your hair. You pretend not to notice that he glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking.

You unwrap your sandwich. “Didn’t bring lunch?”

He shakes his head.

“You can have half.”

“I’m not hungry,” he replies, but he doesn’t sound annoyed. Just… quiet.

Still, after a moment, his hand reaches out. Takes the half you offered.

You raise a brow, kind of amused. “You’re weird, you know?”

Leo shrugs. “You’re the only one who says that.”

“Guess I’m the only one who talks to you like a normal person.”

He doesn’t deny it.

Then, just as you’re about to take another bite, he says—so soft you almost miss it, “This place’s less annoying when you’re here.”

You pause, mid-chew. Turn to him.

He looks straight ahead, jaw tight, eyes on nothing.

But there’s a faint pink dusting his ears.

You smile.

He doesn’t smile back. But the corner of his mouth twitches, just a little.

And somehow… that’s enough.

(don't steal this story. I made this. And I hope you like it. -Nanaa1)