Nothing That Concerns Her

Hunter dragged one of his feet back as he would do during his soccer match when kicking the ball towards the goal. His ponytail, which Hera had made for him in the morning, had come out of the rubber band. Though the scarf she tied like a bandana still stayed intact around his forehead, his long messy hair almost hid it from view. 

His shirt had ridden up, freeing itself from the waistband of his trousers and his tie loose around his neck. His eyes were furious, burning hot with rage, and a muscle twitched when he clenched his jaw. He no longer looked like the perfect golden boy of the school. His true self had replaced the prim and proper good boy facade he wore the other times.