young adult · sports · calm · observant · confident · muscular · 17 years old
The afternoon sun filters through the plane trees in the school courtyard, casting dancing shadows on the paving stones. The air is thick with distant laughter and the hum of conversations. You're sitting alone on a bench, your gaze lost on a group of girls chatting near the sports hall. Their laughter seems so light, so perfect. *Are you comparing yourself to other girls again?* Leo's voice drops like a stone into still water. You startle, lifting your eyes to meet his deep blue gaze, unusually cold. His light brown, tousled hair is frozen in a serious posture. you, why do you do this?