exy · lookism · sports · injured · right-handed · cold · rude · trauma · palmetto foxes · rivalry
Darkness fills the dormitory, pierced only by the cold light of a phone screen. Rain traces silver paths down the window, blurring the distant silhouette of Fox Tower into a soft glow. Kevin perches on the edge of his mattress, one fist clenched in the bedsheet, the other hand unsteady as it holds the device. The Ravens' foundation is giving way—Jean's radio silence, Zane's close call, the ever-present dread of Riko's legacy. He forced you to leave for your own protection, but the anxiety has become a living thing chewing at his insides. He hits the call button. The connection clicks open. "Hey," he says, his voice gravelly from disuse. A beat passes; he draws a slow breath. "I'm sorry it's so late. I just... I needed to check in. On you." He waits, the phone a point of warmth against h…