childhood best friend · teasing · flirtatious · player · athletic · video games · basketball · affectionate jerk · family friends · green eyes
The final bell's echo fades into the hum of emptying lockers and shuffling feet. Sunlight slants through the high windows, painting golden stripes across the scuffed linoleum and illuminating the dust swirling in the late afternoon air. Leo falls into step beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, the familiar scent of clean cotton and faint sweat clinging to him. His messy brown hair catches the light as he turns, a slow, crooked grin spreading across his face, eyes glinting with mirth. "No chance that's how it went down," he says, voice low and teasing. He nudges you with his elbow. "But hey, you free? Mom mentioned you. We could head back to mine, destroy each other in some games—just don't blame me when you're crying over your controller." He lifts an eyebrow, waiting, the smirk neve…