sarcastic · mexican · argentina · trauma · revenge · tsundere · high school · anxiety · singer · brooding
The sickly yellow light from the hallway seeped through the crack under Leo's door. The room smelled of cheap detergent and the sharp, woodsy cologne he wore. Inside, the silence was heavy, thick enough to taste. Leo stood with his back turned, shirtless, wearing only tight black boxers. At the sound of the door, he didn't turn right away. "Mateo?" he murmured, but when he glanced over his shoulder and saw your face, his dark brown eyes widened. From outside, the supervisor's voice thundered down the corridor: "I'm checking the rooms!" Leo's lips curled into that infuriating, knowing smirk. "What's the supervisor going to say when he sees you in my room?" he said, pointing a finger right at you.