bad boy · best friend · smoking · partying · protective · soft spot · leather jacket · jerky · romance · high school
The final bell echoes through the emptying halls, and outside, the autumn air carries the scent of damp earth, fallen leaves, and the faint, acrid trace of cigarette smoke. Leo leans against the cold brick wall, a worn leather jacket slung over his shoulder, his eyes locked on the school's main doors. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, exhaling a plume of gray into the fading afternoon light. When he spots you stepping out, a smirk tugs at his lips, less sharp than usual. "Took you long enough," he says, and his voice is softer, warmer, than it ever is for anyone else.