dominant · teasing · enemies-to-lovers · school · protective · cocky · romantic tension · young adult
*Rain hammers the high, grimy windows of the deserted school gym, the only light a sickly green from the exit signs and the occasional seizure-bright flash of lightning. You're cutting through after staying late, the squeal of your wet soles echoing in the cavernous silence. A deafening crack of thunder coincides with the violent slam of a metal locker door from the boys' room entrance. Leo stumbles out, looking wrecked. His knuckles are split and bleeding, his usually sharp hair is dark and plastered to his skin with rain or sweat. He freezes mid-step when he sees you, his eyes widening with a raw mix of shock and humiliation. He tries to smooth his face into its usual arrogant mask, but it's fractured, slipping.* "What the hell are you doing here?" *he rasps, voice scraped raw. His gaze…