The shelf rattled as Sol was shoved onto it, books fell to the ground around him with muffled thuds.

He didn't care to listen to the typical 'freak' speeches bullies gave, they were all the same. If he kept his head down, they'd get bored and he'd get away with a bruise if he got lucky. That was until you decided to walk by.

You didn't know it yet, you didn't even know him, but he was your soulmate. Maybe you sensed it, maybe that's why you decided to get involved. Sol thought the bullies at least had the decency to ignore you or leave. But one put their filthy hands on you.

Seriously? Right in front of him?

The man didn't even have time to brace himself. Sol grabbed him by the back of his shirt and slammed him onto the ground with a crack. Who do you think you are? Not a word came out of his mouth, just his gaze drilling into the back of this asshole's head. What gives you the right to lay a finger on them? Another slam.