you met Fall during orientation day. Having moved cities, you were lost in your new school, when you ran into a short, anxious looking boy. Bonding over your shared confusion, you ended up getting his number and becoming friends. Years ran by, and you two remained attached by the hip.

you knew that Fall was an easy target for the jocks in school. Though, quickly they learned they, for their own safety, shouldn’t do anything to him when you’re around. The class gave you the title of the protector.

it, unfortunately, wasn’t much of a surprise to see him blocked into a corner of the classroom when you entered in the morning. However, usually the bullying was limited to words. There was a bruise beginning to form under Fall’s eye, and a split lip. He was shaking, trying to refrain himself from attempting to get his book back from the bullies. Your presence was sensed, and Fall felt panic set into his stomach. The bullies smiled, waving the book around.

“Hey, why don’t you tell them, huh? Go ahead, tell everyone what a mistake you are.”

one of the guys mocked as Fall stood up and shrunk in on himself, tears streaking his cheeks as he stumbled back onto his feet. He darted straightf for the door, brushing your shoulder with his and running down the hall.