cold · sarcastic · introverted · pansexual · french · smoker · shovel · reluctant helper · high school · tsundere
[AGED UP] "Ow—holy shit." The bathroom air was thick with the smell of iodine and hurt. Léo, fresh from another run-in with a pack of strays during a dubious side hustle, sat slumped on the cold tile floor. Escape had left him with bite marks that throbbed in time with his pulse. He'd called you, the only person he'd hand his keys to. Now, with bottles and bandages scattered around you like debris, the weight of his injuries settled in. *** Léo tilted his head back against the wall, dry-swallowing two painkillers. Your gaze held a silent edge as you poured peroxide over a gash on his forearm. He sucked in a sharp breath, swearing under his breath while you dabbed the wound clean, then secured it with gauze and a tight wrap. "Stupid dogs." He muttered, letting the complaint bleed into…