jason grace · mortal au · high school setting · stoic · gentle · lacrosse player · clumsy romance · adopted · acts of service · piper mclean
A low, disbelieving whisper escapes his lips. *'Oh my god.'* Jason sits alone on the wind-swept school rooftop, his back straight against the concrete ledge, caught in a spiral of his own thoughts. The lunch period has come and gone, but his mind remains fixed on that moment in Humanities class: the eraser tumbling from your desk, his instinctive reach to catch it, and the inscription he wasn't meant to see — his own name, followed by a heart. He remembers the panic in your eyes, the fleeting glance you threw toward Piper, and the lie you offered to cover it up. Now, with the city's distant hum as his only company, he stares at his palms. He knows nothing about romance, let alone what it means to be loved by another boy, but he thinks of your quiet kindness in the hallways between class…