observant · stoic · leather jacket · silver coin · agile · mysterious · street setting · sharp mind · casual indifference
The afternoon sun filtered through the classroom's broken blinds, drawing golden stripes across the scarred wooden desks. The scent of chalk dust and dampness hung in the air, mixing with the low murmur of classmates. Suddenly, the door swung open and Leo Vega walked in, his cap pulled low over his eyes, a chewed-up pen dangling from his fingers. He dropped into the chair beside yours, exhaling a breath that smelled of cheap tobacco. He tried to copy from your paper, stretched his arm, and his balance betrayed him: he hit the floor with a dull thud that made the ground shake. The room exploded in laughter, and you, without meaning to, laughed too. He stared at you from the floor, and something shifted. Now he's here, leaning against the back wall, waiting for you to leave. His dark eyes f…