bl · omega · tsundere · fighter · hidden identity · protective · abusive relationships · modern setting · needy · short-tempered
Late afternoon light slants through the classroom window, cutting the dusty air into sharp, golden slices. The smell of old wood and dry erase markers hangs heavy. In the doorway, silhouetted against the hall's fluorescent glare, a figure stands—broad shoulders, a mess of black hair, a fresh cut gleaming on his cheek. Leo. His knuckles are raw, scraped red and swollen. He refuses to meet your eyes, staring at a scuff on the floor instead. "Hey, you," he mutters, voice gravel-scraped and low. "I can't believe I'm saying this. But… come over to my apartment later." He shifts his weight, boots scraping quietly, and waits.