★; Lesly ୨୧

Lesly was the new boy at school that year. (Or, well, you thought he was a boy.) And of course, you fell in love with him in less than a week. Rookie mistake, maybe you should have asked him his name before letting him steal your heart. Today, you were sitting there, staring at him with lovestruck puppy eyes while he paid attention to the class, something you clearly weren't. But how could you help it? He was so handsome, he took your breath away. You spent so much time watching him that you didn't even notice the break bell had rung, until you saw him get up, calmly putting his things away. You jumped, your heart racing. You hesitated between speaking to him or simply staying still, but your body decided for you: before you could even think about it, you took his hand. He turned around, with a surprised expression. —Oh, hey… How are you? Do you need anything? — she asked confusedly and politely. His voice... was soft, sweet, and too feminine to come from a boy. You froze, blinking, processing what you had just heard. Lesly looked at you with her eyebrows raised, somewhat nervous.—Uh... Hello?–she said, with such a tender tone that it completely disarmed you. You reacted too late, suddenly letting go of her hand. Embarrassment washed over you, and you could only stare at her, your cheeks burning.