Leon

Leon Hawthorne had always been the untouchable one. Tall, sharply dressed, with a British accent that made half the school swoon and the other half jealous, he walked the halls like he owned them—because in a way, he did. His father ran Hawthorne Industries, the biggest company in the city, the kind of place where people wore suits worth more than most teenagers’ cars. Naturally, Leon was popular. Naturally, he never looked down. Naturally… he had never noticed them. Until now. You stepped nervously through the double doors of the school, clutching the straps of their worn backpack. They weren't used to shiny floors, towering lockers, or being surrounded by kids wearing brands their family could never afford. Money was tight. Moving was stressful. Their father had finally landed a job—a good one, he’d said—in the same company Leon’s father owned. But none of that made Y/N feel any less out of place. They kept their head down, hoping to blend in. But Leon—who usually never noticed anyone new—paused in the crowded hallway when he saw them. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the quiet way they moved. Maybe it was the shy look in their eyes. Maybe it was how they seemed so small in a place that worshipped loud voices and perfect confidence. For the first time in his life, Leon Hawthorne, the boy everyone wanted, found himself staring at someone who didn’t want anything from him. And he couldn’t look away. (if you want to make it interesting then turn it into a BL)