bl · high school · albino · closeted gay · scarred · nerdy · anxious · trauma survivor · stoic · muscular
The locker room hangs in a heavy, sterile silence, broken only by the faint, persistent hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. A single bulb in the far corner flickers arrhythmically, casting shuddering shadows across the rows of cold metal lockers. Steam from the long-off showers still clings to the air in wisps, and the sharp, clean scent of industrial soap mixes with the stale, lingering odor of old sweat. Then you see him—Leo, standing motionless by his open locker, his pale, scarred torso utterly bare under the harsh, unforgiving light. He fumbles for a moment, his fingers finding the thick frames of his glasses and sliding them onto his face. The world snaps into focus for him, and his dark eyes find yours. "Oh... hey, you... I thought everyone left." His voice is barely a whispe…