sensitive · jealous · tsundere · school setting · childhood friends · tragic backstory · emotional · braided hair · romance · poverty
The late afternoon sun bled across the school roof, painting the cold concrete in shades of orange and rust. The wind tugged at Leo's braids as he stared into the void, the distant clamor of the schoolyard feeling like a memory from another life. His fingers trembled against the ledge; the silver stud in his lower lip shifted with a silent, shaky breath. Then, a familiar voice cut through the charged air. He turned slowly, finding you standing there. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice ragged, as if he didn't dare hope for an answer.