With horror stricken eyes, the male trembled below Lank.
"Would you just stop struggling, it's not like he's going to kill you or sothing." He chuckled.
He had never t anyone who could bring up such a reaction from anyone. With just those words from Nix, he could feel the quaking in this dude's body.
"Lank, do you rember what I had said to you the other ti?" Nix nodded in his direction.
Lank looked back in confusion, trying to search his thoughts on the specific words he had spoken. There were just a few spoken interactions between them, he was bound to make a connection.
Nix watched for a while, clearly getting frustrated that he couldn't piece the information so easily. The answer was staring at him in the face, yet he had his brows furrowed while trying to recollect what he had said.
"No," he raised his hand, stopping him from saying the answer, it wasn't like he had lost his mory; this should be easy.
Snapping his fingers, he finally got what he actually wanted to rember.
Nix's lips drew into a thin line, his eyes narrowed, waiting for an answer. Only when he says it himself, could he know the true aning of the words behind them.
"Never pick on anyone because you think you are better than them or feel intimidated by them. Bullying is never the answer." He relayed with enthusiasm, his face lit up as Nix nodded in agreent.
His enthusiasm was slowly replaced with remorse as he self reflected on what he had done.
"Bullying is never the answer." He whispers to himself.
Looking down at the frightful male, he began to have second thoughts on his actions.
He could tell the other students had been waiting, watching for sothing to happen. He was the odd one, the black sheep of the class.
Ostracized by the class due to his strange abilities which couldn't necessarily be terd a gift nor magic, he was relegated to the sideline and thrown to where they could find a closer match to his abilities–Magic.
Unlike the rest of the students, he had heightened sll, eyesight, hearing and strength, which he had fully used to his advantage without truly relying on his abilities.
Only finding the thrill in his existence whenever a fight, training or a mission ca up. Those were the few avenues in which he could fully let go of himself, only then do they listen to his fighting tactics and directions when faced with a threat.
The way they looked at him had never changed ever since he was admitted into the academy, the scornful look, the occasional whispers and sneers that ca his way. He was the only person without a roommate, no one wanted to stay with a freak. But in that mont of despair, he had co to understand that they never really wanted to face him head on because of how unpredictable his abilities were.
He had enjoyed a asure of superiority because of this, trampling on the pride of those who dared cross him, resorting to bullying the rest who had made him feel bad about himself. Creating the na and image for himself, in a bid to not be forgotten by his peers.
'Better to be known for sothing bad or good, than not to be known at all.' He thought.
Ever since Nix ca into the picture, things had taken a drastic turn for him. No longer seen as soone of interest.
"I can tell you're reminiscing on whatever past event in your life." Nix said with a smile, interrupting his train of thoughts.
"How did you–"
"You spaced out." Nix quickly interjected, "and your canines had drastically reduced to its normal length, so have the glow in your eyes." He added.
"How do we then dispose of the trash?!" Lank questioned, curious to know what he had planned.
"Good question." Nix clapped his hands, leaning on his knees to have a better view of the both of them.
"Getting rid of the stench first." He looked around, his eyes glancing over all the present students.
This male wasn't necessarily the target but several others who enjoyed spreading rumors. He planned on cutting short the supply of that channel.
"So..." He paused, standing up.
The students all gasped, taking a step back in the process.
Internally facepalming, he noticed a subtle hint of fear in their eyes, like they could tell what he had to say next.
"If I hear as much as a derogatory word about Lank," he put on a bright smile. "well except if he truly deserves it, let's say if he goes back to his old ways." He intentionally muffled his words by coughing through the latter part of the sentence, but enough for them to listen and understand it.
"Then the trash would need to be disposed of." He concluded, glaring at everyone.
The classroom fell silent, no one dared look at the other, all attention was solely on Nix, nodding their heads in response.
"Seriously, the trash outside the class needs disposing." He tried joking, pointing towards the hallway.
The rest all gave nervous chuckles, not really knowing how to react than to pretend to be amused.
Lank's mouth opened wide, he could see why he was admired and feared at the sa ti. Even though those words were spoken in defense of him, he could tell Nix was serious about what he said and was actually willing to use his gift if need be.
Even he felt the intensity in that little speech. It all felt so unreal. He had rembered when Lumina had talked down on this person right before them all. He wondered if that was one of the perks of sharing a dorm with soone. The person suddenly has the right to insult the other if ocasssions call for it.
"Awwwwhhh You've gotta be kidding !" Lank growled as he suddenly felt so sort of warm liquid begin to soil his lower area.
"What the heck is wrong with you!" He yelled, pulling the male by the collar. His anger was starting to return once again at the new turn of events.
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