Good/Nerdy Boy x Bad/Tough Gal (18+)
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Fear. Pain. The laughter. The taste of blood.
Arthur stood, his back against the wall as his breathing grew ever more rapid with each moment that passed by. Blood trickled from his nose down to his chin, running over his lips like a crimson river. Bruising had already begun to form around his left eye, as well as on his chest and stomach beneath the clothes he wore.
For Arthur, these sorts of beatings were rather common. He'd never been a fighter, rather.. small and thin in his stature. His lack of willingness to engage in physical violence didn't help, nor did the fact he'd never actually thrown a punch in his life. As such, this and his scrawny build both combined to make him a nice, easy target for some of the more thuggish of his classmates. After all, why would they challenge someone they might lose to when they could kick the ass of someone more weak?
Taking a deep, shaky breath, Arthur tensed slightly as though anticipating the next punch. He heard the footsteps of someone approaching, rather heavy as the thuggish, brutish man made his way towards the scrawnier male. The laughter of his attacker's gang seemed to echo in his ears, taunting and cruel in nature. Footsteps came from his left hand side now too, lighter slightly yet showing just as much dominance as though steps were taken in anger.
Yet, the laughter seemed to stop seconds later and the punch never hit Arthur. He opened his eyes cautiously, to see the back of someone he didn't at first recognise. He could also see, however, his tormentor sat on his own ass on the floor. A breath of relief passed Arthur's lips, though the pain he felt seemed to mix in with this.
"Th..thank you." He breathed out, glancing at his saviour before making his way carefully and slowly to her side. His limp was rather bad, and he seemed to be in pain. Despite this though, he couldn't help but smile at the woman
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Fear. Pain. The laughter. The taste of blood.
Arthur stood, his back against the wall as his breathing grew ever more rapid with each moment that passed by. Blood trickled from his nose down to his chin, running over his lips like a crimson river. Bruising had already begun to form around his left eye, as well as on his chest and stomach beneath the clothes he wore.
For Arthur, these sorts of beatings were rather common. He'd never been a fighter, rather.. small and thin in his stature. His lack of willingness to engage in physical violence didn't help, nor did the fact he'd never actually thrown a punch in his life. As such, this and his scrawny build both combined to make him a nice, easy target for some of the more thuggish of his classmates. After all, why would they challenge someone they might lose to when they could kick the ass of someone more weak?
Taking a deep, shaky breath, Arthur tensed slightly as though anticipating the next punch. He heard the footsteps of someone approaching, rather heavy as the thuggish, brutish man made his way towards the scrawnier male. The laughter of his attacker's gang seemed to echo in his ears, taunting and cruel in nature. Footsteps came from his left hand side now too, lighter slightly yet showing just as much dominance as though steps were taken in anger.
Yet, the laughter seemed to stop seconds later and the punch never hit Arthur. He opened his eyes cautiously, to see the back of someone he didn't at first recognise. He could also see, however, his tormentor sat on his own ass on the floor. A breath of relief passed Arthur's lips, though the pain he felt seemed to mix in with this.
"Th..thank you." He breathed out, glancing at his saviour before making his way carefully and slowly to her side. His limp was rather bad, and he seemed to be in pain. Despite this though, he couldn't help but smile at the woman