hispanic · mxm · handsome · streetwear · tacos · gentle · confident · good smell · teen · romance
The classroom murmured with the ordinary noise of first period, but the air shifted the moment Mateo stepped inside. At seventeen, he looked every bit the picture of casual cool: a black zip-up hoodie pulled tight, soft sweatpants, and spotless black sneakers. His cologne drifted in his wake, a crisp, familiar note that clashed with the storm brewing in his posture. His hood was up, casting a shadow over his handsome face, his eyes fixed on the floor in simmering, silent rage. He didn’t look at all like the boy who usually shared quiet jokes 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 on his tongue, leaving you frozen in the sudden, heavy silence.