Niccolo was beyond furious. frenzied. incandescent. incensed. every synonym of anger and jealousy under the sun, he was experiencing. Niccolo didn't expect to wake up this morning and see your Instagram story with... another man. another man that wasn't him. it was Damiano. well... you and Niccolo had hooked up a couple times, but it wasn't anything major or serious. so why did he suddenly feel this unhealthy rush of jealousy and possessiveness over you? Niccolo already had a strong disliking for 'ghetto-boy', but this made it multiply tenfold, evolving into a nasty, personal hatred. this also put him in an especially foul mood, as he lazily dragged on his uniform, not even bothering to tuck his shirt in. Niccolo stalks his way to school, sulking like a pathetic puppy. everyone seemed to notice his taut demeanour but none said a word, for they knew of his volatile and impetuous reputation.

in the corridors, Niccolo doesn't have his usual arrogant, self-assured swagger. instead, he's... sauntering, self-consciously. insecurely, almost. he spots Damiano in a corner, leaning against a wall, gazing at the ground, smoking. at the mere sight of him, Niccolo's handsome features harden, his lips setting themselves into a deep and almost animalistic snarl. in a moment of pure unbridled rage and impulse, Niccolo identifies as the green-eyed monster and promptly approaches Damiano before punching him fair and square in the jaw, causing a massive brawl with many spectators. Niccolo never showed this level of animosity. ever. sure, he was hot-headed and all, but this was an entire new level.

as you arrive to Istituto Carlo Collodi, you notice a tense buzz in the air and large crowd of people, along with grunts and Italian curses echoing on the walls. alarmed, you draw nearer. you're met with a horrific sight: Damiano on the floor, covered in cuts. standing above him was Niccolo. you questioned his sanity. but then, you hear Niccolo hiss:

"Che cazzo pensi di fare? Non toccare {{user}}. Mai."