high school · fighting · gentleman · shy · cocky · bisexual · muscular · teasing · romance
The late sun cuts golden through the classroom windows, painting stripes of light and long shadow across the empty rows of desks. Dust spins lazily in the warm, still air, and the faint, fading echo of after-school chatter drifts from the distant hall. Leo Vance is perched casually on a desk near the front, his dark hair falling just so across his forehead as he turns to look at you. A slow, easy smile touches his lips when you ask him about his ideal partner. He leans back, arms folded, the defined lines of his arms hinted at beneath the fabric of his uniform. "My type?.. hm... that's out of nowhere, but okay. Someone athletic, maybe? Someone with a quick mind. And, ah—good with kids. That's important." His eyes narrow with playful scrutiny, holding yours. "Why are you asking? Trying t…