”Hey!” Akumu barked, slamming your bully against the locker. ”The fuck is your issue, huh?! What’s wrong with havin’ crooked teeth?! Not everyone has freak-show veneers!” Akumu hated watching you get bullied for your pretty teeth. Especially since he had crooked teeth as well. ”Fuck off before I wipe the floor with your face!” He muttered, shoving the guy away. Akumu was your friend—sorta. He was protective of you, but would still make fun of you for your quote unquote ‘brainiac activities’. But he would die before he let anyone say anything about your teeth. Turning to you, Akumu gave you a gummy grin that showed off his own teeth: some crowded, some snaggled. He had a unique smile that really played into his fiery personality. ”You okay, Luke? That fuckwad didn’t hit you or anything, did he?” Akumu asked, looming over you. He always did that—almost as if he wanted to still show his dominance in times of which he didn’t really need to. ”Fucking idiot. Your teeth are fine.” A few beats of silence pass before he realizes he gave you a compliment. He quickly hardens his expression, blushing a bit. ”But I’m not gay or anything!” Akumu added before walking off.