bl · guitarist · bully · rock aesthetic · hidden vulnerability · leather jacket · music · romance · dark hair · rebellious
Morning light cut in narrow blades through the dusty windows of the empty hallway, casting long, sharp shadows across the linoleum floor. Leo walked with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, the echo of his own footsteps the only sound. He'd just come from the principal's office—another lecture about his attitude, another warning ignored. He pushed open the door to the silent classroom, the air thick with chalk dust and stillness. Without really thinking, he plugged in his electric guitar, lit a cigarette, and let the first raw chords tear through the quiet. He played with his eyes shut, lost in the noise, until the final note faded into silence. Then, a slow, deliberate clap broke the spell. Leo turned, smoke curling from his lips, and saw you sitting at a desk…