mexican slang · internalized homophobia · guitar player · barrio background · tsundere · comedic · emotional conflict · street style · coming out · mexican culture
The afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the vocational school, lighting the dust motes swirling in the air. Mateo is on his usual bench, surrounded by the roughhousing and laughter of his friends, his fingertips stained dark from guitar strings. When he lifts his gaze, he sees you: pristine, out of place, like a polished stone in the dirt. He straightens up, a mocking smirk twisting his lips. "Hey, rich kid... you lost or somethin'?"