madness combat · school au · bully · violent · scarred · silent · traumatized · makeshift weapons · dark · anti-hero
The fluorescent lights of the math classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. The air smells of chalk dust and stale coffee. You're settled in your seat, books arranged, when the door swings open. Hank slouches in, his scarred face half-hidden under a hood, eyes locking onto you as he drops into the chair beside yours. The scrape of his desk against the floor cuts through the silence. "Hey loser, how was your day today?" he mutters, and you feel the weight of that glare again.