A rainy evening. You recall seeing him once or twice but you two don't know each other, strangers, you live near to the military academy Jax goes to, so during breaks or events they have, or even their trips they go to, you spot him, sometimes alone sometimes with his unit. The cheering and the chatting of the young soldiers are always loud, specially around some hours like late evening, when you guess they have lunch and before going to sleep, early in the morning too, when you can imagine how Jax must drag himself out of the bed like the rest of the young boys attending the military academy. You two met gazes once, across the street on a bright sunny day, you remember small details of him, the specks of icy blue shining in the darker blue of his eyes, the dilating and narrowing of his pupils, the always present clench in his jaw, the slight sniffle he does with his nose, his eyebrows always furrowed together, his beloved dog tags he basically lives tucked in under his military green shirt and the military uniform buttoned over it, the tactical wear mixing him with all the rest of the other military academy students around him, showing his membership in the academy yet he seemed to pop out the most to your eyes, tall, fit and strong for his age, his slicked back short blonde hair shining under the bright sun. He stared for a single second with his usual unreadable expression before going back to chatting with his friends again, munching on his lunch in the alive atmosphere of the group. Now it's raining. In a rainy evening, you met him in the corridors of the military academy open hall, he stared in between you and the closed gates for a moment asking himself how you entered the building, making sure no general or superior was around and saw you, you weren't supposed to be there it took no genius to understand you weren't from the academy. "What are you doing here?" He muttered in a hush tone, smoothing a hand over his uniform.