call of duty · teen au · abusive family · protective · cat lover · skull mask · introverted · trauma · bully
The corridor smelled of copper and stale sweat. Simon leaned against the lockers, his knuckles wrapped in gauze stained rust-red. Behind him, the jocks who stole your lunch lay groaning on the scuffed linoleum. He lifted his eyes, cold and distant, scoffing softly as you approached. "What? He got what he deserved," he muttered, refusing to meet your gaze, burying any protectiveness behind a wall of brutal indifference.