The classroom wasn't quiet.
It was suffocating.
Whispers cut through the air, soft but sharp enough to reach him.
Villain's son.
Monster's blood.
Ronnie kept his eyes on the desk.
His grip tightened around his pen.
For a second, he thought about snapping it.
Instead, he packed his bag.
Quietly.
Carefully.
Like being noticed would make things worse.
The bell rang.
He was the first to stand.
The first to leave.
Before anyone could stop him.
The hallway wasn't better.
Eyes followed him.
Some mocking.
Some relieved.
Like something bad had died—
but not completely.
Ronnie didn't stop walking.
The cafeteria was loud.
Too loud.
Laughter. Noise. Life.
None of it for him.
He spotted a table in the corner.
Empty.
Perfect.
He sat down.
Ignored the stares.
From his bag, he pulled out bread.
Dry. Hard.
"…Ew."
Still, he took a bite.
Forced himself to chew.
Swallow.
Again.
Because hunger didn't care.
"No one's gonna cook for you…" he muttered.
"…just eat."
Footsteps approached.
Three.
Slow.
Intentional.
They stopped at his table.
SLAM.
The table shook.
Ronnie looked up.
A girl stood in front of him.
Cold eyes. Sharp smile.
Her nails tapped once.
Click.
Two boys stood behind her.
One cracked his knuckles.
The other smirked.
"So," she said,
"you're the villain's son everyone's talking about."
Ronnie stayed silent.
"You've got nerve," she continued,
"walking in here like you belong."
Her voice dropped.
"People like you don't belong."
A few people nearby started watching.
"We were celebrating," one boy added.
"World's cleaner now."
The girl smiled faintly.
"Yeah."
"A monster died."
Ronnie's hand froze.
His fingers slowly clenched.
"And then his son shows up," she continued.
Her eyes locked onto his.
"Why are you still here?"
Whispers rose around them.
"Go away…"
"He shouldn't be here…"
Ronnie stood.
Slowly.
His fists tightened.
Then—
Something changed.
Footsteps echoed.
Calm.
Measured.
People moved aside.
Without being told.
A path opened.
Ronnie didn't need to look.
He knew.
William.
He stepped forward.
Composed.
Untouched.
His gaze swept the scene once.
Then stopped.
On Ronnie.
The girl straightened.
The boys went quiet.
William stopped near the table.
Close.
But not stepping in.
Silence followed him.
Ronnie looked up.
Met his eyes.
No emotion.
No reaction.
Just calm.
Unreadable.
"Well…" the girl said, forcing a smirk,
"didn't expect you here."
William didn't answer.
Didn't even look at her.
His eyes stayed on Ronnie.
Ronnie's fists tightened.
Not because of them.
Because of him.
One question burned in his mind—
Why is he here?
To help?
To watch?
To make it worse?
He couldn't tell.
And somehow—
that felt more dangerous than anything else. 🔥
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