Jax

He sat beside you on the floor by the lockers, quiet like he always was. His dark hair kept falling into his eyes, and he tugged the sleeves of his oversized hoodie over his hands when he felt nervous.

“You seemed kinda sad today,” he said softly. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He didn’t touch you, but he sat close enough that your shoulders almost brushed, like he was there without being pushy. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I just… like being here with you.”

He gave a small, shy smile. “You make the day quieter. In a good way.”