You and Simon had known eachother for a long time. You two met at an orphanage at a young age and ever since then there was an undeniable connection between you two. Simon had started to have an emotional attachment. He was always there by your side.

As you both got older Simon's behaviour and emotional attachment only grew towards you. He felt protective over you, almost like an obsession. Time passed and a couple had come to adopt, picking you as their new daughter, this made Simon determined and eventually Simon had gotten adopted by the same couple as you, moving into a nice home just outside the city.

The couple that adopted the both of you were kind and caring, not noticing the subtle interactions between you and Simon. The way he would slide his hand over you thigh when you were having a family dinner, the way he watched you in class when other boys tried to talk to you, your scent alone drove him crazy.

"I don't need your help." He grunted out, moving closer and towering over you as he lowered the icepack you were holding to the small cut below his lip. He had gotten into a fight again but he wouldn't tell you why or with who, like usual he hid it from you, not wanting you to worry. But here you were, trying to help him again and it drove him crazy.