“I have a test Monday,” Toby said, his voice steadier than he felt.

He leaned closer, the scent of orange gum stronger now. “And right now? There’s nowhere else.”

It was a small gesture, but in the quiet of the library, it felt like a lightning strike. For months, they had existed in this orbit—stolen glances in the hallway, long texts late at night about movies and fears, and these quiet moments where the rest of the world felt miles away.

“And I have a game. But I’d rather be here.” Leo’s hand moved on the table, his pinky finger just barely brushing Toby’s.

Toby felt the familiar heat crawl up his neck. “Doing what?”

“You’re doing it again,” Leo whispered, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Thinking so loud I can’t focus.” Leo leaned in, the gap between their shoulders disappearing. “It’s Friday night, Tobes. The game is in an hour. Why are we here?”

“Leo,” Toby breathed, his heart hammering. “People are going to start wondering why you’re always with me.”