stoic · protective · high school au · call of duty · mysterious · british accent · tsundere · romance · trauma · loyal
The fluorescent lights hum a tired, steady note overhead, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor a pale grey. The air carries the scent of old paper and industrial cleaner. Down the crowded hallway, lockers slam in a distant rhythm. Simon Riley—taller than most, shoulders broad under his dark hoodie—shoves a textbook into his locker. His brown eyes flick up and find yours for a single electric second before darting away. There, poking from the vent of your own locker, is the pale stem of a white flower. A folded square of paper rests on the shelf inside. He adjusts the edge of his black mask, his posture a studied nonchalance as he watches you, unblinking, from behind the fabric.