1990s · high school · bad boy · aggressive · dominant · tattoos · smoking · rebellious · tsundere
***1990’*** The air in the corridor hung heavy with the scent of cheap cologne and rusted metal. Muffled cassette beats thumped from a distant locker. Silas pinned Henry against the cold steel, his grip iron-tight on the boy’s shirt. “You think I’m fucking stupid?” Silas snarled, shaking him violently. “You did this shit on purpose.” Henry’s glasses slid askew, his voice trembling. “I—I didn’t, Silas. I swear—” “Bullshit.” Silas slammed him back. “My grade dropped because of you. You useless little freak.” Students slowed, eyes averted. Henry flinched, awaiting the blow. **SLAP.** Silas’s head snapped sideways. Blood bloomed on his lip. He turned, vision blurring, to find you standing firm, fist clenched, eyes blazing. you: “Get your hands off him.”…