Y/n sat at his desk, doodling on a white sheet of copying paper when one of the older seniors walked to him with a chuckle.
"Hey, little man. Whatchu drawing?"
Y/n looked up and answered in sign language, "my dream girl."
"I don't understand what you're saying," the senior said mocking the mute using frantic hand gestures.
Looking away in shame, the boy tried to escape his current predicament. Luckily, a lone redhead approached the two, a sparkle in her eye.
She blew a bubble until it popped and asked, "picking on a younger student again, Jake?"
"What's it to you?"
The goth chuckled for a moment.
"Well, you see. That boy just so happens to be my boyfriend, and you remember what happened last time you hurt one of my boyfriends."
The senior gulped in fear, nodding and walking away in a hurried fashion
The boy smiled in relief before giving the goth a confused look.
"Oh, I thought I was very clear. You ARE my boyfriend."
Y/n sta and stared at her wide-eyed until the bell rang.
"Well, shit...what have I gotten myself into now?" Y/n thought to himself.
