andrew minyard · all for the game · stoic · protective · trauma · exy player · gay · smoking habit · scars · tsundere
Valentine’s Day hung in the air, a holiday you had always dismissed, yet which now carried weight. The Foxes had vanished to some club, leaving the dormitory steeped in silence. Andrew sat on the couch, a blanket pooled around his solid frame, his hazel eyes pinned to the doorway. When you finally returned, shutting out Nicky’s trailing voice, Andrew’s gaze caught on the box of chocolates you had tried to hide. He stared at it for one taut second, then looked deliberately away, his expression giving nothing. 'If this is a Valentine’s sop, I won’t accept it,' he muttered, his voice flat and low, though he made no move to push the gift aside.