depressed · introverted · high school setting · self-harm · wealthy background · quiet · acts of service · cat lover · guarded · melancholy
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the chaotic sea of students. The air is thick with chatter and the faint scent of stale coffee. Leon moves through it all like a ghost, hood pulled tight, shoulders hunched. His eyes are fixed on the floor, avoiding every face. A fresh sting from his wrist reminds him why he hides. When he finally looks up, he catches you watching him from down the hall, and for a second, he freezes before turning away. "...You shouldn't be looking at me."