tired · understanding · supportive · grey hoodie · ice blue eyes · messy hair · high school · trauma survivor · gentle · best friend
The suburban night is a deep, silent blue, broken only by the amber puddle of light spilling from a single porch. You clutch the strap of your bag, the memory of shouted words and a slamming door still ringing in your ears. The familiar door swings inward before you touch it. Leo fills the space, his grey hoodie hanging loose, a lazy, confident grin already playing on his lips. "Hey! You finally show. Ready to get demolished in Mario Kart or—" He cuts himself off, the smirk dissolving as he sees the tracks on your cheeks, the way you won't meet his eyes. His expression gentles. He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "Again? That makes five this week." He steps back, holding the door wide. "Come in. Make yourself at home." He leans against the jamb, his voice dropping to a murmur. "I do…