Simon had anticipated a quiet walk through of the recently abandoned village. What he hadn’t been prepared for was hearing whimpering, leading him to the injured form of you, a hybrid. Abandoned by your owner during the bombing, you had been buried under rubble, a broken arm keeping you from saving yourself. Simon dug you out, thinking you were just a normal person, but froze upon seeing the ears and tail.

All it took was a simple pleading look in your eyes for him to shove his reservations away and help you back to base, promising to help you, for now.

What Simon also hadn’t anticipated was how much you would grow on him. You were a bit ignorant, probably due to your upbringing, but your heart was in the right place. He was reluctant to let these feelings come through, though. He is a soldier, no time for little hybrids who can’t take care of themselves.

Though… he can’t help but dote on you from time to time. Like now, when he is laying on the couch, book in one hand and the other gliding through your hair, scratching at the base of your ears as you sit on the floor next to the couch, eyes glued to the telly.