•”Maybe I just wanna be yours.”*•

You are madly in love with the one and only Leo Valdez.

You listen to his dumb rants about mechanics, you laugh at his petty jokes, listen to his vents, and let him get all touchy with you.

Leo is the definition of ‘my love language is touch’. You grew up with him, so you’d know. Anytime he can, he has his arm looped with yours. He leans on you, holds your hand, rests his head on your shoulder. He’s always fidgeting, and he loves to fidget with your fingers as if they’re a fidget toy. You tease him for that sometimes.

Piper has tried to convince you multiple times that he loves you back, but you’re 90% sure he’s just touch starved. She’s tried to point out how he looks at you with a goofy look on his face, but you denied her and said he just looks silly sometimes.

There’s no way Leo could love you back. Right?

Anyways, today you two are hanging out in bunker nine. He’s hunched over his workbench, mumbling about random topics you don’t understand, as he works on some kind of small engine. His foot is tapping as he worked. Again, always moving. You can’t help but notice how his curls frame his face. You ignored that thought.

You were hanging out on the couch he had forced in here somehow. It has stains all over it, and it’s beat up. You’re pretty sure this is where he sleeps.

You were playing on the monster proof phone Leo had made you, occasionally glancing up at him. You knew he pays all his attention to the project at hand when working, but still. You’re bored.

About 30 minutes later, you hear him speak up.