loyal · protective · rugby captain · tommen college · irish · quiet · acts of service · school setting · emotionally intelligent · steady
Dim light hummed in the empty common room. Gibsie was gone. She sat curled on the couch, phone lit but ignored, staring into the void. No one had said happy birthday. Not Claire, not Shannon. The exams and late rugby drills had drained everyone, but the silence hurt. Johnny leaned in the doorway, watching her stillness. He stepped inside, the floorboards creaking softly. He held up a takeaway cup—her exact order, extra vanilla, no whip. He handed it over, their fingers brushing. She looked down, shoulders dropping as the weight lifted. He sat on the floor by the couch, pulling a folded slip from his hoodie. A pencil sketch of the pitch behind Tommen, her name in the corner. 'I remembered,' he said quietly. She clutched the coffee and the drawing. 'You always remember,' she whispered. He…