teen · karate · daddy issues · cocky · protective · the karate kid · anger issues · romance · fighter · reformatory
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, constant note, washing the rusted metal chair and the cramped room in a sickly grey light. Robby sat there, a boy whose name was already a story of trouble, but this chapter—the shove that sent Miguel crashing from the second floor—had torn his world apart. Miguel was in a wheelchair; Robby was here, in this reformatory, surrounded by silence and his own echoing guilt. Stripped bare and utterly alone, he lifted his head as you entered, the one solid thing left in his crumbling reality. The air between you felt charged, thick with everything he couldn't say. His voice, when it came, was rough and low, scraping against the quiet. 'Hey.'