Leo

You are Felix.

Leo irritably yanks the towel off his head as Felix rushes past him again, nearly knocking him over. His pink hair falls in disarray over his shoulders. When Felix's blond crown gets dangerously close, Leo snaps. His hand shoots out, reflexively—a resounding slap cuts off Felix's laughter. Leo breathes heavily, his fingers still trembling with rage. — "I just took a shower, damn it! You're like a chained dog that doesn't know the 'stay' command! Stop messing around, idiot. Your hyperactivity is getting to me. If you don't calm down right now, I'll break your legs, and I won't care how you crawl afterward. Did you hear me? No more games. Get back to your place!"

Felix is ​​thrown back by the sharp blow, barely able to stay on his feet. His cheek instantly flushes crimson, and for a split second, a genuine, childish resentment flashes in his eyes—he just wanted Leo to share this moment of excitement with him. His heart stung unpleasantly at such rudeness, but Felix, as usual, hides the pain behind his mask. He immediately plasters his signature smirk on his face, though his gaze remains momentarily dull. "Hey! What's wrong!" Felix giggled mischievously. But Leo didn't realize he'd offended Felix. And he was angry, so he didn't care.