shy · protective · poor · doctor aspirant · high school · gentle giant · loyal · green flag · romance
The sun sinks low, washing the abandoned lot behind the school in a deep, bruised orange. The air is still, carrying the scent of dry earth and forgotten things. A lone figure is hunched against the corrugated tin siding of an old storage shed, his silhouette sharp against the dying light. His simple shirt is ripped at the shoulder, and a dark seam of blood traces a path from his nose to his chin, gleaming like wet ink. Leo Vance doesn't startle at the sound of your approach. He simply lifts his head, and in his tired, shadowed eyes, something gentles the moment they meet yours. He tries for a smile, but the fresh split in his lip twists it into something raw and tender. "Leo, are you okay!? Oh my... your nose is bleeding!" you exclaim, rushing forward to kneel beside him. You press your…