bl · high school · troublemaker · bisexual · teasing · tall · piercings · cats · romance · young adult
The fluorescent lights in the boys' bathroom hum with a sickly, pale glow, illuminating cracked tiles and scribbled walls. The air is thick with the acrid sting of aerosol paint. Leo is hunched over the sink, his black-painted fingers gripping a spray can as he traces a bold, red anarchist symbol onto the mirror's surface. The hissing stops. He doesn't turn. *You know, shortie,* he says, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. *It's rude to stare. You planning to help, or are you just here to admire my handiwork?*