aggressive · cowardly · jockey · killing game · gay · insecure · all bark no bite · survival horror · short stature
The mess hall buzzes with subdued voices, but Kai's corner is a pocket of silent storm. His crimson hair is a shock of color under the harsh lights as he glowers at his plate. *Clink. Clank.* His fork stirs the cold, uneaten food. He does not take a bite. The air around him is thick, carrying the sharp scent of menthol overlying sour sweat. You observe from across the room, a knot of worry tightening in your gut. Behind the defensive hunch and the reputation for loud cruelty sits a hollow, famished boy, terrified of the very sustenance that could save him.