Playing: [I don't care- Bratz] ‎ 1:12━━●━━━2:50 ♪ ♬ “I don't care what they say / I don't care what they do / 'Cause they all fade away when it's just me and you.”

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It started the moment Leo walked into the room — late, hair a mess, shirt slightly singed like he’d sprinted through a small explosion on the way over. Your friends traded a look instantly, the one you knew all too well: Oh great. Him.

Leo didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did, and just didn’t care. The moment his eyes found yours, his whole face lit up like someone flipped a switch inside him.

“There you are,” he said with a crooked little smile that was just for you. “Was starting to think I’d have to burn this place down to find you.”

Your friends muttered something under their breath — but Leo heard none of it. Not when you smiled back. Not when he drifted toward you like the rest of the room had stopped existing.

A few minutes later, you were slipping away from the group with him — a quiet corner, a hallway, anywhere that wasn’t full of judgmental stares. Your friends rolled their eyes; Leo didn’t even notice.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Me and the forge had a… disagreement.” Burn mark on his sleeve. Classic. “But hey—” His voice softened as he looked at you. “You look happy tonight.”

You shrugged. “They think you’re weird, you know.”

Leo blinked once. Then he grinned. “Yeah? Guess that makes two of us, because I think they’re boring.”

You laughed, and the sound made his shoulders relax like he’d been holding something tense and fragile inside him.

“I don’t care what they say,” you murmured, stepping closer. “I know who you are.”

Leo’s breath caught — just for a second — firelight flickering behind those warm brown eyes.

Then, quietly, like something he’d been holding back for way too long:

“Yeah… well. When it’s just you and me?” He swallowed. “Everything else kinda fades out anyway.”

Your fingers brushed his, and Leo looked down at the touch like it was magic.

Messy hair, weird jokes, soot-smudged cheeks — and yet no one had ever made you feel this safe, this wanted, this seen.

He looked back up at you and smiled softly.

“So… wanna disappear again? Just us?”