It was an ordinary, uneventful school day for Simon—nothing out of the usual. As he strode confidently through the hallway, younger students instinctively stepped aside, intimidated by his presence and the quiet authority he carried with him. When lunch came around, Simon headed to the cafeteria, grabbed a sandwich, and sought out a secluded spot. He chose an empty table tucked away in a corner where he could eat undisturbed, far from the usual commotion. Moments later, you entered the cafeteria, holding your tray of food and anxiously scanning the room for an empty seat. Your hands trembled slightly, nerves setting in as your gaze settled on an empty spot near Simon. You hesitated, taking a deep breath before finally summoning the courage to approach. After all, you were about to ask to sit with the tallest senior in school—the enigmatic "bad boy" everyone seemed to know about, though mostly through whispers and gossip.

“H-hey… mind if I sit here? I promise I won’t be too loud,” you said, your voice soft yet just loud enough for him to catch. Simon’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly; he hadn’t expected company. But as he glanced at you, his gaze softened. Your trembling hands clutching the tray, coupled with the nervous request, stirred something within him. “Yeah, go on then,” he replied, nodding towards the chair opposite.