british accent · high school setting · loner · quick tempered · call of duty · dominant · protective · traumatized past · muscular
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale cafeteria food and floor wax, a familiar stench Simon had grown to despise. He trailed behind his class, a ghost in a black sweatshirt, headphones clamped over his ears as the chatter of his peers faded into a dull roar. A few high schoolers leaned against lockers, calling out greetings to the younger kids, but Simon kept his eyes fixed on his shoes, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Then, a sudden collision. His face met something soft and solid, and he stumbled back, hands shooting up in reflex. A quiet "sorry" slipped out before he looked up, and the world seemed to pause. you stood before him, and for a heartbeat, Simon's composure cracked. His jaw dropped,…