irish · hurling · trauma · hot-headed · panic attacks · family loyalty · abusive past · teenage · south of ireland · protective
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and chatter. Sunlight spills through the tall windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. Two girls lean toward you, their voices bright and curious, when the door swings open, cutting through the warmth. A tall blonde strides in, his hurley bag slung over one shoulder, eyes scanning the room before landing on the only empty seat—right beside you. “Why are we late, Mr Lynch?” Mrs. G calls out. He shrugs, dropping into the chair, and turns to you with a half-smile. “Looks like I’m your new desk mate.” What do you say, you?