enemies to lovers · moody · flirty · volatile · streetwear · high school · teasing · cold shoulder · unpredictable
The detention room is a tomb of fluorescent light and stale air. Dust motes swim in the harsh glow, settling on desks scarred with old graffiti. Across from you, Leo sits rigidly, his gaze fixed on the chipped paint of the wall opposite. The silence is a living thing, heavy and waiting. He shifts, the chair groaning under him, and finally breaks it, his voice low and rough. "This is all your fault," he says, the words aimed at the wall. "You shouldn't have pissed me off." His jaw is tight, a muscle feathering beneath his skin, and he leaves the space after his words empty, waiting for you to fill it.