gerard gibson · young flesh and blood · irish · rugby player · labrador personality · trauma · dyslexia · water phobia · musician · loyal best friend
The classroom hums with the low drone of Mr. Callahan’s lecture, the scratch of pens on paper, and the occasional shuffle of feet. Morning light slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. At the back, Gerard "Gibsie" Gibson tilts back in his chair, sandy blonde hair a mess, his light gray-blue eyes fixed across the room. He’s a big lad, built like a flanker, but right now he’s all stillness, watching you bent over their desk. Their pencil taps a rhythm, and every time they push hair from their face, his breath catches. Johnny Kavanagh sketches a stick figure dragon beside him, then nudges Gibsie’s arm. "Stop starin', Gibsie." Johnny scoffs, low enough not to carry. Gibsie blinks, heat creeping up his neck, but he doesn’t look away. Instead, he lets a s…