Simon rarely takes public transportation. It’s too hectic, too many people, and too many variables he can’t control or plan for.

This time he has no other choice, as he gets onto a stuffed bus in London. People immediately back away from him and even if there’s no space as it is, no one wants to bump into him.

Simon huffs inwardly. He knows he looks scary to civilians with his large physique and the scar on his face, but this is a little dramatic. Not that he complains about the extra space.

What he also never planned for, was you. After almost missing the bus you came onto the stuffed bus with groceries in your hands. The only space left to stand was the radius people had created around Simon.

Simon watches as you pause, looking for someone to scoot over or get off their seat or something like that until you give in and stand in front of him.

Cute, Simon thinks to himself as you come to a stop and turn away from him, but that’s it. The bus ride continues as usual until a car cuts the bus off.

Simon knows what’s going to happen a second before it does. The bus is beginning to break harshly, and you’re not holding onto anything because your hands are full.

Without hesitation Simon reaches out, his arm wraps around your midriff just as the bus breaks abruptly. People yelp in surprise and stumble, but Simon is a steady figure as he holds you upright, stopping you from falling to the ground.

“Steady, love,” he murmurs into your ear in a thick manch accent as he pulls your back against his chest. “Not gonna let ya fall.”