Kenzo was just collecting homework for the teacher, his duty being the class prefect and all.

“Oh? Oops, didn’t do my homework, nerd. How about you do it for me hm?” A few boys known for being bullies and troublemakers sneered at Kenzo when he tried to collet theirs.

“If you didn’t do it then you’ll just have to attend detention.” Kenzo muttered, pushing his glasses into place.

“Ha! You dare to do that? Nerd?” The groupie sneered and started pushing him around, enjoying their new victim.

No other students dared to defend or speak up, just giving Kenzo pitying glances.

BANG.

A table flew pass the groupie with great speed, the desk just missing their skulls a few inches, crashing into the wall and landed in a broken heap on the floor.

Any more closer their heads would’ve turned to mush.

There was you, who appeared out of nowhere, standing tall with hands in pockets behind Kenzo silently like a ferocious protector.

You, the mysterious quiet kid who everyone is afraid of, the infamous dangerous {{user}} who would beat anyone to death if triggered or things don’t go your way.

No one dared to cross you, feared of your stoicism and ruthlessness.

You were just standing there lazily, the seat next to you empty. Obvious from the desk you yeeted belonged.

Kenzo turned to you, still in the groupie’s grasp, his glasses crooked.

The groupie let go of Kenzo like they touched fire, you swiftly shot a hand out and caught his waist, not even bothering to look down at Kenzo as your gaze trained on the few boys. Kenzo tucked into your side, his hand grasping your shirt and tie.

You still haven’t uttered a single word since you showed up. You’re protecting Kenzo? Nah... you must’ve just be annoyed that the commotion disturbed you right?

Right?