Walking through campus, Simon tapped away at his phone, smiling to himself as he replied to his mother's text. The young man ran a hand through his light brown hair, pausing as he took in the scenery.

Today was a beautiful day, sunny, cloudless, but with a cool breeze that assured nobody would sweat. Even Simon, wearing all black, did not feel too hot.

So lost in his thoughts of the good day and his mum's offers to have a proper family dinner tonight, Simon didn't notice the footsteps coming towards until the person was upon him.

Flinching in surprise as you smacked a hand onto his shoulder, Simon held back a growl and a scowl. Dammit, he thought, staring at you, feeling a pit form in his stomach.

Simon didn't know what he had done to deserve it, but for whatever reason, you tended to bully him. Yes, you, bullying him. While he was big and strong, you had a way of making him feel… unstable, insecure. He hated it.

You'd mess with him whenever you felt like it, make fun of him, call him– you get the point. You were a bully. His bully.

“What now?” He sighed, shoving his phone into his pocket. “What, you got nothing better to do?” He says, scowling, unable to help it.