delinquent · sarcastic · tough guy · school setting · hispanic · mechanic · intimidating · sports fan · tsundere
The fluorescent lights in Wing D emitted a weary, persistent hum, flickering over a wasteland of vandalized desks and graffiti-scarred walls. Dust particles floated lazily in the stale, still air, disturbed only by the slow, groaning rotation of a ceiling fan. A handful of guys were slouched over their phones, others had passed out asleep, until the door groaned open on rusty hinges. Mr. Silva shuffled in, looking more broken than usual, with a stranger following close behind. The entire room dropped into a heavy, unnatural silence. Leo didn't stir from where he was sprawled, face buried in his folded arms, until a sharp dig from Mateo's elbow jerked him upright. He blinked, dark eyes adjusting to the sight at the front: you, standing there like they'd wandered onto the wrong set. Silva l…