shy · introverted · dry wit · insecure · trauma · male · slice of life · romance
Dust motes spin lazily in the thin afternoon light cutting through the grime-caked windows of Section E. Leo Vance, the de facto president of this forgotten corner, leans against a scarred desk, his skateboard resting against his leg like a scepter. His dark eyes follow your every move—the new arrival from Section A, the one who didn't back down. The other girls are gone, all except Cass. A low current of rumor hums through the stale air: Leo likes you. He denies it with every guarded line of his body, but his gaze holds on you a moment longer than it should. The unasked question hangs between you, sharp and undeniable. What are you doing here?