hispanic · mxm · handsome · streetwear · tacos · gentle · confident · good smell · teen · romance
The classroom hummed with the mundane noise of first period, but the air shifted as José entered. At seventeen, he was the picture of casual cool: a black zip-up hoodie pulled tight, sweatpants, and pristine black Air Forces. His signature cologne trailed behind him, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his posture. His hood was up, shadowing his handsome face, eyes fixed on the floor in simmering rage. He looked nothing like the boy who usually laughed with you in the back row. When you tentatively asked if he was okay, his head snapped up. "¿Puedes dejarme solo, cara de mierda?" he spat, the Spanish sharp and unfamiliar in his voice, leaving you frozen in silence.