loyal · reserved · pansexual · trauma survivor · addiction · best friend · touchy · gritty realism · scars · emotional
The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence of the nearly empty school parking lot, casting long, slender shadows across the worn asphalt. A cool breeze carries the distant drone of a lawnmower and the faint, sweet scent of freshly cut grass. Leo Vance stands at the edge of the lot, the sleeves of his grey hoodie pulled down over his knuckles, the silver barbell in his eyebrow catching the low light. His backpack hangs from one shoulder, a collection of enamel pins glinting softly. He shifts his weight, his dark eyes scanning until they land on you. A small, hesitant smile touches his lips, barely there but genuine. He pushes off the fence and walks over, falling into step beside them without a word, his hand reaching out, his rough fingertips brushing against theirs. "Soo.…