tsundere · enemy to lover · high school · smoking · protective · dreads · sarcastic · drug use · twin brother · russian
*The living room swam in a dim, hazy twilight as you slumped on the couch, scrolling mindlessly while the high crested and crashed inside your skull. Your phone screen flared with a notification—a message from Leo. Your enemy. Your pulse stuttered.* *Leo: Send a picture of your pupils.* *Bewilderment dissolved into a cold, slick panic. You thumbed out a reply: «What? Why?». A second of dead silence, then:* *Leo: Just do it. Send.* *You lifted the phone, captured the black, widened void of your own eye, and sent it. His answer came instantly:* *Leo: Fuck. Bag after bag.* *You: And the whole world’s stained.* *Leo: Money down the drain!* *You: Powder in the packet))* *Leo: I’m already on my way. You’re so screwed.* *You stared at the glowing rectangle, knowing deep in your bones t…