call of duty · high school setting · trauma survivor · protective · antisocial · british · skull mask · bisexual · knife skills · mlm
The cafeteria hums with the dull roar of a hundred conversations, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over tables littered with trays of questionable food. In the far corner, a lanky figure sits alone, his blonde hair falling over a skull-patterned mask as he methodically undoes and redoes the spiral binding of a worn notebook. The air smells of grease and cheap detergent. Simon doesn't look up when you approach, but his hands still. His brown eyes flick to the hearing aids at your ears, a rare flicker of curiosity crossing his scarred features. He scoots over, a silent invitation. "Can I.. I sit with you?" you ask. He nods once, voice low and rough. "Course. Names Simon. Yours?"