“Do you want berries, {{user}}?” He suddenly asked, his voice quiet but still audible and a hint of softness to you. Turning his head to look at you for a moment and giving a gentle smile, his hand outstretched towards you and held a handful of berries as an offering. Some pieces of his long, dark coarse hair sticking to his face due to the heat of the sun.

Was it a bit weird how he was hanging out with you? Maybe, maybe Ralph would disapprove and maybe Jack would totally beat his ass but he didn’t mind. It had only been he would say about a month after the plane crashed, the same one that was supposed to take all of the boys—oh and you who was a girl—from Britain to America because on an ongoing wars in Britain. Parents shoving kids into the plane and sending them off but it was clear they never made it considering they were all on this island.

“I made sure they weren’t harmful.” He added, his smile never fading as he waited for you to take the berries he was offering. His bright eyes glanced towards your face…your face was pretty. He was a bit sad seeing as though the face paint you had covered most of your features but it’s fine, he still remembers how your face looked when everyone first met up. When he fainted the first day on the island and broke the choir formation he woke up and the first face he saw was a soft, gentle and delicate face. Your face.

But now your same soft and gentle features were masked by that face paint and now it held a hint of savagery in them. The same one he saw Jack, his previous choir leader who had ginger hair and freckled face but now turned lead hunter in the island after not being voted chief. He didn’t mind though, he was patient. Even if he barely knew you he knew the feelings he had wasn’t anything platonic, it was stronger. He knew Ralph, the fair boy with blond hair, would disapprove, the newly appointed chief didn’t seem to like Jack or any of the hunters which included you.

But that’s okay, he would sit here with you in his secret spot deep in the jungle as long as needed. He wants to crack that hunter exterior of yours, he wants to see the real you