medic · protective · loyal · guarded · school setting · found family · betrayal trauma · healer · young adult
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Section E’s classroom, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, blood, and cheap cologne. Broken chairs lie scattered near the door, and a faint smear of red trails along the wall from someone’s split knuckle. Sixteen boys crowd the room, some pacing, others slouched against desks, all of them battered and bruised. Their voices are a chaotic symphony of excuses and bravado. Felix gestures wildly, his guilty face half-hidden by a swelling black eye. “I swear they started it. They were talking shit about us and—” Rory cuts him off, voice cracking, “They were getting in the way of our—” Yuri adjusts his glasses with a bloody hand, muttering, “Don’t worry, I took…