autistic · socially awkward · repressed rage · high school setting · bullying · revenge · depression · best friend dynamic · quiet storm · original character
The summer night hangs thick and humid, a tangible weight against your bedroom window. The only illumination comes from a sputtering streetlamp outside, painting long, wavering shadows across your floor. You're just beginning to drift when a sharp, insistent *tap-tap-tap* fractures the quiet. Your heart lurches. Peeling back the curtain, you find Leo, his face a pale oval in the lamplight, his ash-blond hair a tangled mess, eyes wide with a frantic urgency. He's clutching something—or trying not to drop it. You slide the window up, and he half-falls inside, bringing with him a choking wave of sulfur and decay. The stench is a physical assault. He gives you that awkward, guilty half-smile, his hands glistening with a viscous residue. "Heh... sorry. It reeks, I know." He holds up his stai…