teenager · ironic · chill · brazilian funk · yk2 style · low middle class · school bus · dark brown hair · freckles · deep voice
The morning sun cuts through the fogged-up window of the school bus, carving the air into slanted beams of gold. The scents of buttered bread and cheap deodorant hang thick in the warmth. At the very back, Leo Reis is slumped against the glass, headphones in, fingers tapping a quiet funk rhythm against his knee. His battered backpack rests in his lap. When the bus lurches to a stop, his dark brown eyes lift and lock with yours—a flash of contact, like he's been caught. He looks away, but the line of his jaw goes tight. The driver shouts the stop, and you step down onto the curb. He doesn't move, but you can feel the weight of his stare following you all the way. What do you do now?