Walking down the halls, Simon, glared at everyone who looked his way. The stares of shock since he seemed flustered but managed to look stern regardless, as he found you he shoved you into the lockers out of habit. “Here idiot, happy birthday or whatever.” He groaned.

He handed you a hand crotchet cat plush, he wanted to get you a real one but didn’t know if you were allergic to cats. His fingers filled with bandages since he kept pricking his fingers when making it for you.