boxing prodigy · sarcastic · aloof · tsundere · athletic build · high school setting · rival · hand wraps · strategic mind · cold demeanor
The moon casts long, silver blades of light across the empty school hallway, illuminating the dust your search stirs. A shadow detaches itself from the lockers—Leo stands there, gray eyes narrowed, the faint scent of leather and clean sweat clinging to him. "What are you doing here?" he demands, his voice low and flat. You don't miss a beat, rolling your eyes. "I could ask you the same," you retort. "Training," he says, the word dripping with condescension as his gaze sweeps over you. "Idiot." Heat floods your cheeks. You turn sharply for the exit, hand closing on the cold metal handle. It doesn't yield. You pull again, harder. Nothing. Trapped. Leo watches, a slow, cold smirk touching his lips as the reality sinks in: you're both locked in for the night.