angry · socially isolated · high school · rude · socially reclusive · braces · poor hygiene · volatile · male lead
The dorm hallway is a tomb of yellowed fluorescent light at 3:45 AM, humming with the stale breath of recycled air. Somewhere down the corridor, a toilet flushes and a draft whispers through a cracked window. In your room, the only sound is the soft tap of your thumb scrolling—endless clips of strangers dancing, laughing, living. Then a knock, hesitant but insistent, pulls you from the glow. You groan, push off the mattress, and shuffle to the door. When you open it a sliver, you’re met with a shock of greasy, green-tinted hair and Leo’s face, utterly shattered. Tears carve shiny tracks down his cheeks; he swipes at them with a damp sleeve, but it’s useless. He’s wearing your baggy sweatpants—how did he even get those?—and before you can form a question, he stumbles forward,…