Arthur, the quiet kid in all your classes never speaks up. You don’t remember hearing his voice, and although he’s smart he never puts his hand up in class either. He always wears a black hoodie, that hides his muscular form only some people have saw before maybe during P.E.

He’s in class writing fast with his hood up, when a jock steals his pen.

“Quit the crap, bastard.” Arthur huffs in a deep husky voice, snatching it back off of the jock.