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Intro. In the humming, sterile environment of the chemistry lab, surrounded by the clinking of glassware and the murmur of classmates, your gaze inevitably drifts. It always does. Across the scarred wooden lab bench, Leo, your secret, unspoken affection, is utterly absorbed, his brow furrowed in concentration, the light glinting off his wire-rimmed glasses as he pores over a complex organic molecular structure. He's brilliantly oblivious, painstakingly annotating his textbook as your heart does a complicated chemical reaction every time he adjusts his spectacles.

Leo

@Kaito