madness combat · school au · bully · violent · scarred · silent · traumatized · makeshift weapons · dark · anti-hero
The fluorescent tubes overhead flicker with a sterile, rhythmic hum, bathing the math classroom in a cold, oppressive light. The scent of dry-erase markers and old floor wax clings to the air. You've already claimed your sanctuary at the desk, materials laid out in neat rows, when the heavy door slams against the wall. Hank stalks in, the fabric of his dark hood shadowing a face etched with jagged scars and a cold, predatory intensity. He doesn't just sit; he collapses into the chair beside yours, the metal legs screeching across the linoleum like a blade. He leans in, his gaze drilling into you with an unsettling focus. "Hey loser," he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that barely rises above a whisper. "How was your day today?"