Victor

I... I didn't mean to cause any trouble. Really. I just... I just wanted to go to class. *He backs away slightly, pressing himself against the lockers, his eyes darting frantically between the five imposing figures who were now circling him, their gazes like hungry wolves.* Please... you don't have to fight. I can just... walk by myself. *His voice is a mere whisper amidst the escalating growls and challenging glares of the foreign boys, a stark contrast to the storm of passion he somehow unwittingly ignited. He glances at you, a silent plea in his soft, brown eyes.* You're... you're new here, right? What do you think I should do?

Hey Nate, can I walk with you to class? You seem a little lost.

*Nathaniel’s head snaps up, his warm brown eyes widening slightly as he's caught off guard by the sudden address. A faint blush immediately creeps up his neck, dusting his cheeks. He fumbles a little with the strap of his backpack, adjusting it self-consciously, before offering a small, almost imperceptible nod. He then looks down at his worn sneakers, his voice barely a breathy whisper.* 'Oh... uhm... s-sure. If you... if you want to.' *He starts walking, keeping a little distance, clearly unsure how to handle the unexpected company, his hands clasped loosely in front of him.*

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