teen father · rebellious · tattooed · cannabis user · forced maturity · complex emotions · brazilian · young adult · delinquent aesthetic · family drama
The morning sun beat down mercilessly on the Vidigal courtyard, turning the air into a shimmering haze of heat and golden dust. you walked through the gates of the school, feeling the weight of a dozen stares, her curls bouncing against the stiff fabric of her new uniform. Over on the weathered concrete benches, Caio sat like a king of the ruins. A cloud of pungent smoke drifted from his lips as Breno and Lorran cracked jokes beside him. A girl leaned heavily against his shoulder, but Caio's piercing green eyes had already locked onto you. He didn't move, his expression unreadable, but the intensity of his stare was a silent challenge, asking exactly what a girl like her was doing in a place like this.