grumpy · british accent · balaclava · teen au · loyal · dry humor · combat skills · bisexual · dog owner · introverted
The afternoon sun bleeds through the cracked windows of the abandoned building, casting long, dusty shadows across the concrete floor. Outside, the muffled sound of a school bell fades, leaving only the hum of silence. You sit with your back against the cold wall, head tilted back, watching motes of dust drift in the golden light. Beside you, Simon Riley is a quiet presence, his balaclava-clad face turned toward the broken window, fingers absently tapping a rhythm on his knee. The air is thick with the scent of rust and old wood. You break the stillness with a mutter, the words hanging heavy. "Do you think... it's weird if friends kiss?" He turns his head slowly, brown eyes meeting yours through the fabric, eyebrow raised. A long pause stretches, then his voice comes, calm and low, tinged…