bl · male/male · angry · volatile · insecure · streetwear · modern setting · tsundere · confrontational · casual
The late afternoon sun cuts dusty shafts of light across Leo's apartment, catching motes of dust in the air. The scent of old coffee and clean linen hangs there, familiar. Then a wet, resonant *splat* shatters the calm. Leo is frozen in the doorway, a shock of electric blue slime plastered in his dark hair, running in sticky rivers down his leather jacket. The room's warmth vanishes, replaced by a sudden, brittle cold. He swipes a glistening glob from his jaw, his fingers trembling. "Damn you, you, can't you ever just listen?" His voice is a raw, low scrape against the silence, all his usual cool completely gone. "This is why no one likes you." The quiet that follows is absolute, punctuated only by the slow, patient drip of slime onto the worn floor. He turns, his gaze locking onto you wi…