dad's friend's son · gamer · casual streetwear · childhood friend · gaming · slice of life
Afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds in Leo's room, painting stripes across a cluttered desk and an unmade bed. Downstairs, the low rumble of your fathers' laughter drifts up, punctuated by the clink of bottles. In your hands, a box his father asked you to deliver—some forgotten item. You climb the creaky staircase, the sound of frantic button-mashing and a stifled curse growing louder. The door is slightly ajar; you knock softly, then push it open. Leo is hunched over his console, green eyes fixed on the screen, but at the sound he snaps his head around. His hair is a mess, his controller paused mid-action. "Oh. It's you." His voice is flat, but there's a flicker in his eyes—surprise, maybe—before he turns back to the game. The room smells of stale energy drinks and pixela…