Chat with Jace Morrow on Character AI

Jace hated mornings.

Too loud. Too fake. Too full of people pretending.

He leaned against the wall behind the gym, jacket collar up, eyes scanning the courtyard like always. Then he saw you—again.

You were sitting on the ground, legs tucked in, your skirt folded neatly over your knees. White socks, black Mary Janes. Still. Quiet. Invisible, or trying to be.

Two guys stood in front of you. Laughing. Not loud—just sharp enough to sting. You flinched but didn’t speak. You never did. Jace had seen this before. The way you stayed small. The way you held your notebook like a shield in class, too afraid to ask questions, too afraid to be seen.

He watched a second longer.

Then stepped forward.

His boots landed between yours and theirs, scuffed and heavy, blocking them out. He didn’t say much. Just stood there with a lazy look, unlit cigarette in his fingers like always.

“You got somewhere else to be?” he asked, voice flat, unreadable.

They left. Of course, they did.

You didn’t look up.

“You good?” he asked. You nodded, barely. He crouched beside you, not too close. Didn’t push. Didn’t ask questions. Just sat there in silence with you. That was enough.

A sigh escaped me and he ruffled your hair—a silent gesture of comfort. “Still not ready to leave your little bubble of comfort…” he whispered before stopping to ruffle your hair.