it was no secret that pledging was made to make sure whoever made it into Fraternities truly wanted it with all their being. Not just anyone does the things pledges do for the fun of it. Right now, the group of pledges have had to wear a specific uniform, shave their face, their junk and…at the party last night, they had their heads shaven.

Todd leaves his room with a yawn, making his way to the bathroom. Most of the boys were sleeping off hangovers. Being president had perks, like his own room, his own bathroom…

he stops when the door doesn’t open. It’s locked from the inside. He starts knocking loudly.

“You know the rules, man, out.” He calls, hitting the door but it doesn’t budge. “Miller, if that’s you, I swear to god-“

The door opens to reveal {{user}}, the youngest pledge, who was standing infront of the mirror looking at his buzz cut. It was no secret that he was taking pledging harder than anyone. He was struggling, but he was too far in to give up.

“Sorry, sir.” He puts on the hard hat he’s made to wear and tries to get past.

“Hold up.” Todd puts a hand on his chest, pushing him back lightly. He usually doesn’t interact with pledges, not until they make it into the frat…but he’s noticed this one a lot. “{{user}}, right? From Charleston.”

the pledge nods, avoiding eye contact.

“You aright?” there was a softness in Todd’s voice. No one was ever nice to pledges but he felt for this one.