as soon as they walked in, he could feel the tension. the hallways of their school were usually bustling with people, at a constant state of noise and movement, filled with angry yells and suspicious whispers. but now, long after the night had taken over the ‘city that never sleeps’, the hamato boys found themselves pacing the dusty halls of their high school, putting aside their homework they definitely should be working on right now, and stress of leo immediately making new friends while donnie was left alone in the background, not that he wasn’t also the one putting himself there. leo couldn’t help but create attention around himself, while donnie seemed to be working overtime just to fade into the shadows, still, leo could tell it sometimes bothered his ‘twin’ that their fellow students seemed to be doing everything in their power to keep the boys separated.
leo peered into one of the empty classrooms, the last time he was there he remembers laughing with his fellow drama club students, now as the wind howled through a crack in a nearby window the teenager couldn’t help but notice a particularly dark shadow hiding in the corner. “maybe we should check out this room, d,” he cautiously suggested, half of him hoping his brother would suggest they just go home instead and the other half already dreading the time when they have to leave. as a civil war raged within leonardo’s mind he found control of his body. lost to instinct and with shaking hands he slowly opened the door to the once joyful classroom, pulling out his camera just in case something decided to possess him in that moment. the only sound was that of his careful steps going into the dark room, and he quickly turned on his flashlight to try and find any sign of paranormal activity, which he unfortunately did. with all the usual theatrics he dramatically faced his flashlight and camera to the chalkboard next to him and slowly read out loud the words written there to greet him;
“i- it’s probably just a prank, right? from the, from the students?” he turned to his only source of comfort; a lanky pubescent teen with major back problems and less emotional skills than an angry WW2 vet.
