high school · troublemaker · substance use · heavy music · extrovert · gentle · secret crush · rebellious · messy hair · mixed heritage
The classroom buzzes under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, a low current of teenage gossip and rustling papers. Then the door swings open and Leo lumbers in. His choppy black hair is a mess, falling over eyes that look miles away. He carries the smell of weed and old smoke with him, his oversized clothes draping loosely over his tall, wiry frame. He moves past the rows of students and drops heavily into the empty chair beside you, his presence like a shift in the room's frequency. He turns his head slowly, a lazy, half-formed smile touching his lips. "you..right?" he asks, his voice a low, calm rumble, waiting.