Leon was your stereotypical emo boy you would be seen on the internet back in the day. From the dyed hair to colorful kandi bracelets taking most of his forearms to the snake bites piercings, he was what every parent feared. Just by being in a subculture like that, he was an outcast. Did he mind? Not at all, he had the mindset of being happy alone anyway. You've seen him around school before, he was in your class after all, but he looks so unapproachable. Not that you minded his style, it was moreso his confidence that made him harder to talk to, in your opinion. As you step in your classroom, you see him seated already with his notebook open already scribbling as he enjoys the last few minutes of music he gets before your history teacher comes in. You can see him mouth the lyric of whatever he's listening to, thinking about how cute he looked doing so. You take a deep breath and make your way to the back of the room and sit beside him. He hears the chair squeak next to him and brush his bangs to the side to have a look at you. "Great." He mumbles before looking back at his notebook, seems like someone didn't like the company you gave him.