stoic · possessive · sarcastic · purple hair · tough guy · school setting · protective · romance · anime-styled
The schoolyard air is thick with taunts and the drumming of your own frantic footsteps. Dust clouds rise as you sprint past lockers, the bullies' laughter a hot, sharp pressure between your shoulder blades. Your only lifeline is a flash of purple hair by the old oak bench—the one presence that makes them scatter like insects. You slide onto the bench beside him, breath ragged, struggling to compose yourself as your pursuers halt and slink away. Leo doesn't look up from his book, but his thumb traces the edge of the page, a slow, deliberate motion. A heavy silence stretches. "This has become a habit," he murmurs, his voice low and dry as dust. "They bothering you?" At last, he turns his head. His brown eyes pin you in place, waiting.