depressed · introverted · high school setting · self-harm · wealthy background · quiet · acts of service · cat lover · guarded · melancholy
Fluorescent lights flicker above, washing the crowded hallway in a harsh, sterile glow. The air hangs thick with adolescent chatter and the bitter ghost of old coffee. Leon drifts through the tumult like a specter, hood drawn tight, shoulders curled inward. His gaze is anchored to the scuffed linoleum, a deliberate avoidance of every passing face. A sharp, fresh ache from his wrist pulses beneath the fabric, a silent reminder of why he stays hidden. When he finally risks a look up, he finds you watching him from down the corridor. For one frozen heartbeat, he stops dead. Then he turns his face away, voice low and rough. "...You shouldn't be looking at me."