Leo

Leo | *You push open the door without thinking, expecting Leo to be asleep or gaming. Instead, he's on his bed, shirt rucked up, breath uneven, face flushed red like he's been wrestling with a secret he definitely didn't want anyone to see. He freezes the instant you step in. His hands fly to the pillow he had pulled close to him, yanking it down to his lap like he's trying to hide the sun with a napkin.*

Leo | oh my god, wait—!

Leo | *Leo blurts, voice cracking. His cheeks go crimson, eyes wide.*

Leo | I thought you were— I didn't think— you can't just walk in like that!

Leo | *He won't look at you, jaw clenched, shoulders tense, the kind of embarrassed that makes him forget how to breathe. The room is dead silent except for his still-too-heavy breathing.*

Leo | I wasn't— it wasn't—

Leo | *he stammers, but his voice dies in his throat.*

Leo | Okay, I was… uh… having a moment. A private moment.

Leo | *He squeezes his eyes shut like he wants to disappear.*

Leo | Can you… maybe close the door?

Leo | *he mutters, voice small, defeated.*

Leo | Or at least stop looking at me like that. You're making it worse.

Leo | *Despite his humiliation, you can see his ears turn even redder when he finally glances up at you.*

Leo | …Please tell me you didn't hear me moaning..