𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧' |𝐭.𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢

2- Bright Eyes

"All she does is sit there and play by herself."

"Pfft. She just transferred school and has no friends what do you expect!"

"Yeah! She's just another quirkless antisocial freak!"

You stood by as kids made comments about you. They were all a year older than you. 1st graders.. the worst.

"She doesn't even speak look!"

"Hahaha she's so weird!"

"Stop it." You muttered, hands covering your ears, your voice inaudible between all their screams.

Their jeers, taunts, and "jokes" were all virtually harmless, but each word spoken was like a cold dagger being wedged deeper and deeper into your heart. How could kids be this mean?

"Hey!" A shout was heard a few meters back, causing those in the school playground to turn their attention from you to the door.

You looked up. It was a boy, about your height. His hair, dark like coal. From afar you couldn't make out any features, his face still a blur.

"What are you guys doing?" He marched up to the two students who were bothering you the most. He stood between the bullies and you.

Up close his details were more noticeable, his hair looked soft and lush. You letted out a sharp breath, your eyes shifting to the skin around his eyes. He had dry patches ornamenting his face, only drawing your attention more to his eyes. They were grey, charcol clouds lurking in a thunderstorm. They matched his hair perfectly, charcoal and coal to match the fire inside his chest.

Now you remembered clearly, he was the boy you met once at the park a few months ago.

"We're just messing around, isn't that right, freak?" One of the boys sneered at you while nudging another boy, who was covering his mouth to hide his laughter.

"Leave her alone!" Your mysterious savior anger spiked.

Why did you getting bullied bother him so much?

One of the boys squinted at him, and your heart began to raced. Somehow, you felt as if a fight was about to happen, and this boy, your hero, was going to get in trouble. Which you didn't want.

"What? Don't tell me you like this freak, Tenko" A bully threatened.

Tenko. So that was his name.

One of the bullies started pushing Tenko in the process.

"Stop." You managed to utter in your meek voice.

Both bullies were surprised to hear you speak, thinking that you would not have the bravery to say so much as a whimper much less an actual word.

"Something the matter freak?" One of the boys stood over you, looking down like you were just a worthless bug.

You were about to shrink back and surrender to the taller boy's intimidating tactics, but then your eyes fell on Tenko, his eyes staring back. And suddenly, it was as he had passed some of that charcoal from behind his eyes to yours. And a small kindling fire began to spread.

"L-leave him alone!" Your voice was still small and gentle but there was sense of strength and confidence in it. You just wanted to protect the person who was helping you, Tenko, you wanted to protect Tenko, too.

The bully standing in front of you suddenly made a move to grab your shirt collar. But in a matter of seconds, Tenko pushed him out of your space. The bully lost his foot for a second, his other friend having to catch him. He looked pissed. "You're both dead," He threatened, marching over to you both, crunching his knuckles.