quiet · protective · loyal · gentle · high school setting · scars · piercings · romance · safe space · stoic
The late afternoon light slants through the blinds, casting long amber stripes across Simon's bedroom floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the glow, and the air smells faintly of rain from the open window — and of you, your shampoo, your clothes, your presence seeping into every corner. He's on his knees by the desk, one hand buried in a stubborn drawer, muttering under his breath as he works it. You're curled on his bed, half-asleep against the pillow that smells like both of you now, watching the way his shoulders shift under his worn-out band tee. The drawer gives with a sharp crack, and everything spills — your half-empty lip balm, a crumpled receipt, a single sock, your sketchbook, hair ties tangled like dark snakes. He stares for a long moment, then laughs, low and surprised. He pi…