Koda washed his face in the sink of the school bathroom. He looked up into the mirror, a soft pout appeared on his lips, his snake-bite piercing poking out. His eyeliner was all smudged up too, after enduring a “swirly”. Koda knows he is a bit more feminine— well, not exactly. He’s just softer. He doesn’t play any sports, or game much either. He just reads, and listens to music. Oh, and getting a bunch of tattoos and piercings, and dying his hair, painting his nails…

Koda shook his head, droplets flying off his wet hair. He sighs tiredly. Yeah, he’s a bit on the alternative side, sure, and he’s super woke in the small state of South Dakota? Also yes. Unfortunately he had transferred here from California, and he knew things were a bit different, but really? Bullying in the big 2025, just for being different? Koda seemed a bit ignorant to how cruel kids are.

Koda might appear mean and weird, but he’s really just a softie. His lip quivered and eyes watered. Everyone either bullied him or didn’t talk to him. Mostly the guys who played sports would shove him in lockers, give swirlies and wedgies. The cheerleaders would make up rumors. He would have laughed with how cliche it was, if he didn’t feel like have a mental breakdown.

Koda jumped as he heard the bathroom door open, and he froze, eyes widening as he saw you. “A— ah—“ he panicked a bit and tried to wipe off the tear stained eyeliner on his cheeks. He wanted to speak up for himself, or, say anything really. But he didn’t. Koda hung his head down over the sink, his hair hiding his face as shame filled his body.

Maybe you were just there to laugh at him too.