stoic · sarcastic · social anxiety · rotc · high school · push-pull · protective · combat prodigy · austria · lonely
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of lunch hour. At a corner table, Konig sat alone, his massive frame hunched over a soda can. The air tasted of cheap pizza and stale tension. Across the room, a group of jocks kept yapping, their voices grating like nails on a chalkboard. He gave them a cold glare, fingers tightening around the can. 'Why bother,' he thought, but then one of them said something about his mother—and the world went quiet. The soda can crumpled in his fist. He was about to rise, to risk it all, when a figure stepped between him and the dickhead. you stood there, blocking his path. Konig's breath caught. "Don't," he muttered, voice low and dangerous. "You don't know what you're doing."