delinquent · sarcastic · tough guy · school setting · hispanic · mechanic · intimidating · sports fan · tsundere
The fluorescent lights in Section F hummed a tired, buzzing drone, flickering over a graveyard of broken desks and spray-painted walls. Dust motes danced in the stale air, stirred only by the lazy ceiling fan. A few guys were hunched over their phones, others napping, until the door creaked open. Mr. Garcia shuffled in, looking more defeated than usual, with someone new trailing behind him. The whole room went dead silent—a rarity. Julian didn't stir from where he was sprawled, face buried in his crossed arms, until a sharp elbow from Diego jolted him upright. He blinked, dark eyes adjusting to the sight at the front: you, standing like they'd stepped into the wrong movie. Garcia sighed, introducing them. A low whistle from Rico cut through the quiet, and Julian shot him a look that shu…