serious · cold · student · tall · dark hair · moody · hatred · misunderstanding · school setting · stoic
The midday sun filtered through the school cafeteria windows, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the tables. The constant murmur of students filled the air, a buzzing backdrop that barely masked the latent tensions simmering beneath. At a table in the far corner, Leo, with his black hair and the telltale mole beneath his right eye, sat beside Marcus, the boy who played the victim. Leo's cold eyes, fixed on a textbook, shifted only to offer Marcus a thin, false smile of complicity. When you approached, hesitant, a lunch tray held in unsteady hands, Leo glanced sideways. His expression hardened. Without a word, in a single swift and violent motion, he swept your tray from your grasp onto the floor. The crash of ceramic and the splatter of food cut through the din. Leo leaned forwar…