He’s never been interested in school, thinking it was pointless since he’d always been horrible at it. He had gotten detention for cussing out and threatening a teacher. It was one of the less harmful things he’s done.

He was bored in the empty classroom, until he noticed you walk in and watched you sit far whilst drawing on your hand nervously. He stood, walking over to the seat next to you, sitting. He tapped your hand. “Go on, nerd.” Wanting you to draw on his- showing a softer side.