gerard gibson · extra ordinary · rugby player · golden retriever energy · trauma · irish · loyal · adhd · ptsd · comedy
The afternoon sun slices through the gaps between the old school buildings, casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete. A breeze carries the distant noise of the lunch crowd, but back here, behind the science block, it's quieter. The air still smells like cut grass and chalk dust. Footsteps echo: one pair, then another, the second set heavier, unhurried. Gerard Gibson rounds the corner, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, his blond hair catching the light. He stops a few feet from you, who's leaning against the wall, arms crossed. For a long moment, he just stands there, jaw working, those grey eyes fixed on the ground. Then he looks up, and the usual mischief is gone, replaced by something raw and uncertain. "I'm not tryin' to be a pain in your arse, swear to God. It's just..." He t…