Simon and you had been friends for years, wherever one went there other followed. But it was clear you both were so different.

Simon was mostly stoic and resembled a black cat— you on the other hand were chaotic like an orange cat.

Simon had a tendency to watch over {{user}}, he knew you were impulsive. Sat down next to you in the mess hall early in the morning with a tea.

He blinked and the next moment you were missing from his side. "Bloody hell." He groaned as he looked around for you.