Deylor took a step forward.
The nearby students quickly scuttled away.
"Haaaa." Deylor sighed.
This had been a repeating event,
After the well-built boy woke up he claimed that he was just saying hello when he got sent flying,
And who would the crowds believe?
The boy who got gutted 50 feet back and bruised his nose or the spotless boy who nervously looked around the room.
Deylor quickly opened the door to his dorm to see quite the sight.
A boy with snow-white hair playing with dolls.
His childish smile seemed ever so innocent until his eyes bore the presence of Deylor.
His body shook uncontrollably until he flashed towards Deylor.
All Deylor saw was a white blur before he was pinned against the wall.
"What did you see?" The white-haired boy asked maniacally.
"WHAT DID YOU SEE." The white-haired boy shrieked.
Deylor mustered his courage to reply.
"Nothing, was just admiring the walls. Haha."
The white-haired boy loosened his grip as he walked off menacingly.
"Better of." He whispered.
Deylor stretched his neck.
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It had been a while since he got overwhelmed to such a point.
He quickly unpacked his stuff into an empty drawer before going to a bed.
A note was placed on top of the bed.
It worded.
Quinton's bed.
Okay, Deylor thought as he moved on to the next bed.
A note was placed on top of the bed.
It worded.
Quinton's bed.
Deylor's mouth twitched as he stopped his anger from surging.
O-kay...
Deylor moved on to the next bed.
A note was placed on top of the bed.
It worded.
Quinton's bed.
And then he moved to the next bed and then the next bed and then the-.
Wait a minute, Deylor thought. There are only 5 beds.
Only one way to do this. Deylor brushed his hands together.
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The sun burned in the sky as day came,
Quinton got out of his bed, played with his dolls and brushed his teeth. He quickly checked his beds until he found a mattress and pillow missing on the last one. His note on the frame.
15m away he saw a mattress, a pillow and a messy-haired boy sleeping peacefully.
He blurred to the boy grabbed the mattress and threw it away.
Thud.
"Where'd you get the mattress huh?" Quinton roared.
Deylor looked left and right and the at Quinton. Still in a dazed state.
"Where, where , where?"
Quinton jumped up and down in correlation.
Deylor rubbed his eyes before lazily responding.
"I don't know man, maybe it fell off."
Quinton's anger rose.
He blurred towards Deylor but all he met was a red fist before he was sent flying out the door.
Deylor quickly went through the door to assert his dominance.
"And don't even think of messing with me agai-."
"The shady kid is bullying people again."
"God, I can't believe people like him actually exist."
"He really doesn't care about his reputation."
Deylor froze before pushing some hard words out of his mouth.
"Hey, Quinton buddy." He put on an awkward smile. "You, uh tripped? Guess I'll help you up!."
" He's trying to hide it."
"Even more suspicious."
"Call a teacher, he's pulling him back to his room for more!"
Deylor wailed in his room.
He really wasn't a bully.
He was just trying to do self-defense...
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"Deylor, you alright. You look tired as hell." Jack spoke concerningly.
"I'm done for Jack. Done for." Deylor responded with as much emotion as a dead fish.
None.
"It can't be that bad..." Jack responded despite the uncertainty written on his face.
Deylor gazed into the distance once more.
"Let's go to Ability Control!" Jack spoke with a smile as Deylor limped and ambled to the Ability Control room. People forming a safe 5-m radius around him.
"Yeah, that's bad." Jack spoke as he sighed.
The academy life was not at its peak.
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