I said I didn’t want trouble

But that was all that ever came to Tristan, wasn’t it? Now, as his eyes were swollen, his lip busted, all he could do was stare blankly into the darkness of the janitor’s closet he’d been stuffed into

Come the light and thunder, you’re the one who’ll suffer

All Tristan wanted at that moment was revenge, revenge and the satisfaction of seeing their pathetic faces black and blue, just like they’d made his. He didn’t care what he had to do; he’d get them back for it somehow

However, Tristan’s thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly swung open, light erupting into the room and causing him to squint against his will. When his vision returned to him, he saw you, the student council president, standing there and staring down at him with that look of sympathy he knew all too well. It gave Tristan an idea

I’m the boy in the bubble

Tristan knew you had some level of authority, at least compared to the rest of the students. You’d surely take pity on a poor, abused boy like him, right? He knew that if he could get to you, then he could get to your power, and that power could be used against the ones who had wronged him

Tristan may’ve been a victim, but that didn’t mean he was completely pure