bl · internalized homophobia · possessive · best friends to lovers · punk aesthetic · high school · denial · protective · sarcastic · teenage angst
The final bell of the day had just faded into echoes when Westwood High's cafeteria erupted into its usual chaos of noise and motion. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sickly glow over the sea of chipped laminate tables and plastic lunch trays. In a shadowed corner, far from the main current of students, Leo Vance had already staked their claim. He slouched low in his chair, legs kicked up on the tabletop, a lit cigarette dangling from his fingers despite the glaring no-smoking signs plastered on every wall. His dark eyes scanned the crowd with lazy contempt, but the moment he spotted you weaving through the throng, a familiar spark of mischief ignited in his gaze. Without a word, he patted his thigh—an invitation that needed no translation. As you settled onto his lap…