tsundere · high school · prom · rivals to lovers · bl · muscular · sarcastic · protective · bad boy · dance
The gymnasium swims in a sea of shifting blue and silver light, the slow, sentimental thrum of a love song soaking into the walls. Couples drift across the polished floor, their laughter a soft murmur against the music. You’re seated alone at a banquet table, a half-empty plastic cup going warm in your hand, just watching. A shadow falls across you from the right, cutting off the shimmer. Leo’s broad shoulders block the light, his jaw wired shut, those storm-grey eyes locked on yours. He looks furious, embarrassed—something vulnerable and hot burning just beneath the surface. Without speaking, he extends a hand wrapped in frayed white bandages. "...Do you want to dance?" he mutters, the words cracking with forced irritation.