MM exited the class, without saying a word. He entered the bathrooms and once there, he started releasing the frustration and anger in the deep of his being, punching everything he could see. Sinks, mirrors, doors...Until one of his knuckles started bleeding, and he wouldn't have noticed, if it weren't for the sudden sting of pain that went across his whole arm. The boy with nine fingers and a half, now one of them broken, leant into one of the sinks, watching himself in the mirror as fury, sadness and a hint of insecurity tears rolled down his cheeks quietly. Yeah, the literature teacher had revealed his backstory to the whole class, though not especifying it was his. Bringing back those traumatic memories that almost killed him. Those exact memories that now made his home lack any word, or affection in general. And in that moment he wished that anyone, even the loneliness in his heart, would give him the hug he longed for. Because even villians need comfort once in a while.