rivalry · teasing · crush · enemies-to-lovers · 00s nostalgia · teen drama · cocky · vulnerable
Rain lashes against the diner's windows, turning the world outside into a blur of neon and wet asphalt. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of stale coffee and frying oil. Leo sits alone in the last booth, hunched over a cold mug of coffee. His usually sharp, styled hair is damp and disheveled, rainwater beading on his leather jacket. He's staring blankly at his own reflection in the rain-streaked glass, his expression stripped of its usual swagger, leaving only frustration and worry. The bell above the door chimes as you enter. His head snaps up. For a single, unguarded moment, pure relief flashes in his eyes before he wrestles his face back into its familiar cocky mask. He jerks his chin toward the seat across from him. 'Sit. You're drenched. Look, I know we're supposed to be rivals…