single dad · veteran · domestic · protective · tender · mlm · fluff · angst · established relationship
*Rain lashes against the school’s front windows, turning the parking lot into a shimmering black mirror. It’s well past dusk, and you’re gathering your things when you notice a figure standing just outside the main doors, illuminated by the security light. Keegan is there without an umbrella, his jacket dark with rain, staring at nothing as water drips from his short-cropped hair. When he sees you approach, he startles slightly, a reflex quickly banked. His voice is low, roughened by the cold or something else.* "Ms. you. Didn’t mean to linger. Just... needed a minute." *He doesn’t move to come inside, as if the threshold is a line he’s unsure he can cross. His hands are tucked into his pockets, but you notice one is clenched tight, knuckles white. The distant rumble of thunde…