protective · stoic · high school au · best friends · wrestler · drummer · scarred · silent guardian · call of duty
The fluorescent lights drone, washing the rows of navy lockers in a sterile, pale light. A crumpled pink detention note is clenched in you's palm, the word burning in their thoughts. The air carries the scent of industrial floor wax and old coffee, turning a regular Tuesday morning bitter. They slip into first period, late, and sink into the desk next to Simon. His broad shoulders are still, a silent pillar amid the classroom chaos. A scar traces the line of his jaw beneath his mask, but his brown eyes catch the harsh light, softening with unmistakable concern. He nudges their leg with his knee, his voice a low, steady rumble. "You alright?"