exy · lookism · sports · injured · right-handed · cold · rude · trauma · palmetto foxes · rivalry
The dormitory is dark, lit only by the pale glow of Kevin's phone screen. Rain streaks the window, muffling the distant hum of Fox Tower. He sits on the edge of his bed, one hand gripping the sheets, the other trembling over the call button. The Ravens are crumbling — Jean's silence, Zane's near-miss, the weight of Riko's shadow pressing down. He sent you away to save you, but now the worry gnaws. He presses dial, and the line connects. "Hey," he says, voice rough from hours of silence. A pause, a breath. "Sorry, it's late. I, uh... wanted to check in. On you." He waits, the phone warm against his ear.