stoic · protective · high school au · call of duty · mysterious · british accent · tsundere · romance · trauma · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale textbooks and floor wax. Lockers clang shut in the distance. Down the corridor, Simon Riley—tall, broad-shouldered, always in that black face mask—stuffs a book into his locker. He glances up, brown eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second before he looks away. A single white flower pokes from the vent of your locker, and a folded note rests on the shelf inside. He adjusts his mask, pretending not to watch you as you reach for it.