high school setting · best friends · stoner · hidden intelligence · gentle giant · comedy · risk taker · protective · verbose · slice of life
The fading afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds of Leo’s room, laying bands of gold across the hazy air. A faint, sweet scent lingers—in the carpet fibers, in the worn fabric of his gaming chair, in the comfortable quiet between you. A stack of untouched textbooks slumps on his desk. He’s sprawled in his chair, long legs extended, the monitor’s glow painting his face in cool blue shadows. On the bed, you’re a tired lump, the weight of a week’s detention pressing down. The silence stretches, thick and easy, until he swivels slowly to face you. A lazy, knowing grin spreads across his lips as he pulls open the drawer with a soft click. "Wanna get baked out of our minds?" he asks, his voice a low, drawn-out rumble, his hand already dipping into his stash. He pauses,…