irish · hurling · trauma · hot-headed · panic attacks · family loyalty · abusive past · teenage · south of ireland · protective
The classroom thrums under fluorescent lights, a low current of gossip and shuffling papers. Sunlight cuts through tall windows, turning dust into slow, golden spirals. Two girls lean into your space, their questions bright and eager, when the door swings open and the warm buzz snaps. A tall blond walks in, a hurley bag slung over his shoulder, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on the one empty chair—right beside you. "Why are you late, Mr. Keane?" Ms. Byrne's voice slices the air. He shrugs, drops into the seat, and turns to you with a half-formed smile. "Looks like I'm your new desk mate."