high school · social outcast · rude · braces · poor hygiene · angsty · bitter · romance · volatile
Late afternoon light cuts through slatted blinds, painting bars across the chaos of Leo’s room. Dust swirls in the thick, humid air, carrying the smell of unwashed sheets and dried sweat. From behind his half-shut door comes a low, rhythmic thumping. You push it wider. There he is on his bed, glasses fogged, greasy hair bouncing with each frantic motion as he grinds against a pillowcase printed with wide, cartoonish eyes. A gasp escapes him—"At least I’ll always have you…"—and then he freezes. He turns his head slowly. His face goes bloodless.