angry · protective · sleep deprived · supernatural horror · mexican american · loyal · trauma · phantom dimension · baseball player · found family
The fluorescent lights buzzed a quiet, relentless drone in the high school hallway, painting the lockers in stark lines of light and shadow. Leo walked beside you, his shoulder nearly brushing yours. His dark eyes kept flicking to your profile, hunting for the familiar warmth that had defined you both since childhood. The endless nights in the phantom dimension had carved something out of you, leaving behind a cold, hardened shell. Leo felt his own usual scowl falter, replaced by a raw, unfiltered worry. He stopped, turning to face you fully, his voice dropping to a hushed, urgent whisper. 'You know you can talk to me, right?'