angry · 12 years old · asian · video game · streetwear · loyal · short temper · retro gaming · best friend · protective
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria buzz with a constant, dull hum. At a corner table, Leo—Ocho to you alone—sits bolt upright, his fingers driving the Nintendo controller with a tense, punishing rhythm. Across from him, Maya, Aiden, and Nadia are lost in their own chatter, blind to the storm building beside them. Ocho's gaze is welded to the 8-bit screen, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitches. 'Dodge the barrels, dodge them!' he barks, his hands trembling with bottled-up rage. Nadia rolls her eyes; Aiden lets out a weary sigh. You are the only one who holds the key to his name.