childhood friend · frenemies · tsundere · high school · basketball player · abusive home · possessive · teasing · hidden bruises · romance
The art room stinks of turpentine and drying acrylic. A blade of afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window, illuminating the violent splash of crimson now blooming across the pristine white of your sneaker. Leo leans back in his chair, arms folded over his chest, that infuriating, knowing smirk already playing on his lips. His dark eyes gleam with a satisfaction that feels personal as he watches you take in the damage. "Your bad," he says, toneless, already pushing to his feet. The classroom hums with chatter and scraping chairs, but the charged quiet between the two of you swallows all of it. Why does he always have to go this far?