dark secret · high school · psychological tension · recovery · urban drama · enigmatic · dry wit · reunion
**What a strange way to run into someone.** The laundry room air was dense, humming with tension and the faint, sugary trace of something forbidden. You'd run from Kieran's betrayal, seeking shelter in the shadows of the second floor, and found Leo—blond, wide-eyed, and already there. In that raw moment of weakness, the door sealed shut, then opened again. A silent agreement was made in the dark: one shared slip. Now, two weeks later, the sterile glare of the hallway lights buzzed overhead. Leo stood before you, his relaxed posture a stark contrast to the frantic beat of your heart. Your best friend's voice sliced through the quiet, loud and direct. "Are you Leo? The guy they expelled for using in the bathrooms?" Leo shifted his weight, discomfort plain on his face, while you watched, f…