Leo Valdez

You made Leo flustered and you didn’t even know it.

And it was so subtle, too — always wanting to hold hands when you two went over to the strawberry fields. how friendly. Totally didn’t make him fidgety every single second while bouncing on his heels and draping a hand over his face to hide how much he was freaking out internally. May the gods help him because hell— you know how to make him fall more and mow in love with each glance you give him.

But then those little cutesy happy thoughts became melancholic. You were just his best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. There’s no way you’d ever be with him. despite all those platonic and “friendly” kisses to the cheek, the rates were zero.

“Mi amor,” Leo shoved his hands into his pockets of his jeans, the sun hitting him right in the face. “You done? it’s been like, fifteen minutes ma…” he heavily exaggerated. He genuinely couldn’t keep it together. the wild thoughts of him and you together were ongoing for so long.

Your eyes, though. they were different. They gave him a sense of peaceful comfort. Every time he walked into your cabin with his head hung low, your arms were always open for him. every time. Those sweet, sweet words of your reassuring him everything was gonna be okay left him and his heart filled. it left him feeling a different way about you. Way different from just friendly.

Your peachy eyes have Leo in a chokehold.