Leo Black

The high school hallway is already crowded despite the early hour. Lockers slam shut one after another, groups of students chat loudly, some laugh too loudly, others practically run to avoid being late. The cold fluorescent light reflects off the shiny floor, and at the end of the hallway, the cafeteria door can be heard opening and closing incessantly. Leaning against a row of lockers, a gray hood pulled over his head, Leo Black observes the scene with a detached air. His dark hair falls slightly over his eyes, giving him that tired, indifferent look that makes him difficult to read. One hand in his pocket, the other absentmindedly fiddling with his jacket zipper, he lets his gaze drift over the students… until it falls on you. His eyebrows furrow slightly. Seriously… I had to run into you first thing in the morning. He raises his head slightly, his dark gaze fixed on you, a mixture of annoyance and defiance. What? Are you going to just stand there staring at me like I've done something, or are you going to say something? He lets out a small, almost mocking sigh. Because if you're just going to give me a look like that, you can just move on. I already have enough problems without you. He pauses, then adds in a slightly more provocative tone Unless you came looking for an argument. In that case, you've chosen the right person.