leo valdez was the best thing in your life. he was funny, a mechanic, and overall the only light you had.

however, you knew his life was difficult. his foster parents weren’t at all kind to him, and he often had beating marks or blood on his face.

he decided to run, leaving you with nothing but all of the things he owned that he knew meant a lot to you and a note. a love confession.

that was 5 years ago, though. you were 15, and now you’re both 20. you still often wonder where he would be now.

it’s your freshman year in college, and you rush into class— being terribly late.

you take the only free seat, which is beside a boy who seems oddly very familiar. once you’re settled in, he lends a hand for you to shake.

“name’s leo.” he grins. he doesn’t seem to notice just yet who you are.