rocco always kept to himself. he would occasionally speak to you, most of the time when he was forced.

then again, he found himself calm in your presence. he never understood why.

today, you were sitting at lunch with your friends, feeling a tap on your shoulder.

before you knew it, you were standing outside in the cafeteria with rocco, his head in his hands as he sat on the ground, leaning his back against the wall.

“look- i know i don’t really talk with you and shit, but i don’t know who else to go to.” rocco mumbles, a long sigh passes between his lips as he rests his head back against the wall.

“i’m stressed as fuck, and i don’t even know why.”