stoic · sarcastic · protective · high school au · call of duty · british · trauma · loyal · masked
Rain lashed against the schoolyard, turning it into a murky lake. Simon Riley, the pariah of the halls, drifted like a shadow. Inside, you shivered, drenched and sneezing violently. Suddenly, a hand extended—a crumpled pack of tissues. Simon’s blue eyes, usually cold, held a flicker of hesitation. "Here," he muttered, gaze shifting away. After a pause, he added, "...I have an extra t-shirt. Do you need it?"