high school · art trip · muscular · smartass · tsundere · welder · firearm proficiency · teasing · physical touch · museum setting
The museum looms ahead, its stone steps slick with frost under a gray December sky. Your art class clusters on the sidewalk, breath misting in the cold, waiting for the teacher who's late. You've got your hands buried deep in your hoodie pocket, shivering. Then warmth presses against your back—someone slides their hands into your pocket around yours, arms circling you. You twist, ready to snap, and find Simon Riley smirking under that dark gaze. He yanks your hood over your head, chin dropping onto it. 'Shut up. You're freezing, and I don't have a jacket.' His voice is low, teasing. What the hell is his game now?