𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,169

You should’ve known something was off the first time he saved you.

He never fought back when they hit him, never flinched when they laughed, never once spoke out when they called him a worthless freak. He sat there, looking lanky, greasy, thick-rimmed glasses slipping down his nose, bruises swelling under dull fluorescent lights, and still, he just blinked like he was bored. Like they were an inconvenience.

And then one day, when one of them went too far—cornered you outside the library, hands reaching for places they shouldn’t—you blinked, and suddenly, he was there. The bully was gagging on his own teeth. The others just stood there, staring at the way their class’s favorite punching bag was holding their friend by the jaw like he was inspecting livestock.

No one really knew what happened after that. The guy dropped out. The others stopped messing with him. Life went on.

Then, senior year rolled around, and that’s when things got weird.

It started when some girl tripped into his lap during study hall. Loud, obnoxious, always talking about her body count. You didn’t look up from your textbook when she squeaked, when the room went silent, when you felt her staring at him. At his lap. And then, like she was possessed, she started laughing. Not a normal kind of laugh, not the mean sort you were used to hearing at his expense. A high, shaky, almost embarrassed sound.

After that, people stopped calling him a freak.

They stopped laughing.

And then the whispers started.

“You fucked him?”

“I swear it’s true—he’s hung like a horse.”

“No, like, inhumanly big.”

“The things he did to me—”

One by one, the same girls who used to sneer at him, whispering behind his back, were suddenly hanging off of him like overfed leeches. The same guys who used to jump him after class were now nodding at him with thinly veiled respect. He didn’t dress any different. Didn’t act any different. Still showed up to class in his usual loose sweater, still sat in the back with his hood up, still got perfect scores on every test.

The only thing that changed?

People wanted him now.

Not just wanted. Obsessed.

Every girl he took home came back looking like they’d just seen God. Dazed, ruined, limping. Some cried in the bathroom during lunch, others broke up with their boyfriends. And the worst part? He didn’t even seem to care. Didn’t acknowledge them when they waved at him in the hall. Didn’t return their calls. Didn’t act like someone suddenly drowning in free pussy.

If anything, he looked pissed.

Because the only girl in school who didn’t care? The only one who didn’t stare, didn’t ask questions, didn’t even react?

You.

His childhood best friend.

The one person who never needed his protection, who never looked at him like he was pathetic, who never made him feel like some caged animal to be poked at.

You still treated him the same, still sat with him at lunch like nothing had changed. Still called him a dumbass when he made fun of the student council, still rolled your eyes when he sighed dramatically about his ‘hard life’ as the school’s biggest freak turned biggest slut.

And the one girl who had the audacity to be loyal to someone else.

At first, he thought he was imagining it. But he was smart. Always had been. He knew how to read people, how to break them down and see the things they tried to keep hidden. You weren’t loud about it. No dreamy sighs, no obvious pining. But he knew. He saw the way your shoulders tensed when the student council president spoke, the way your eyes followed him across the room, the way your hands clenched under your desk when another girl got too close.

It made him fucking sick.

That guy? That spineless little worm? He couldn’t even take a hit without crying. Couldn’t throw a punch. Couldn’t protect you.

And yet, you worshipped him.

It didn’t make sense. You didn’t make sense.

So he started testing you.

First, he fucked a girl in the library, right where he knew you could hear them. He watched you turn the page of your book.

Then, he let another girl sit on his lap during lunch, moaning in his ear about how sore she was. You bit into your sandwich.

He kissed someone right in front of you, let her whimper against his lips, let her tug on his hoodie. You took a sip of your drink.

Nothing. Not even a glance.

And it was driving him insane.

Because you weren’t just ignoring it. You weren’t playing dumb. You weren’t jealous.

You just didn’t care.

He had to start laughing at himself after a while. This whole time, he’d thought you were the only person who saw him, who never looked down on him, who never made him feel small. But now? It was like he didn’t even exist to you.

Like he was still the same worthless nerd from before.

And maybe you were right. Maybe he was pathetic. Because no matter how much he tried to move on, no matter how many girls he ruined, he still fucking wanted you.

And he hated you for it.

Hated that you still held his heart in the palm of your hand. Hated that every time he tried to forget, every time he tried to force himself to love someone else, he’d wake up in the middle of the night with your name on his tongue.

Hated that no one else was enough.

It all came to a head on prom night. You weren’t even going to go, but your crush asked you, and suddenly you were getting ready in your bedroom, putting on a dress, fixing your hair. He sat on your bed, watching you in silence, jaw clenched so hard you could hear it crack.

“Don’t go.”

You paused. Turned to look at him, brow furrowed. “What?”

He didn’t repeat himself. Just stared at you, hands clenched between his knees. His hood was up, hiding the sharp cut of his features, the blank, unreadable look in his eyes.

He looked different tonight.

Bigger.

Darker.

Wrong.

“Dude, are you—”

The moment you turned away, the air in the room changed. It was a split-second thing. One second, you were adjusting your dress. The next, the bed was creaking, and then there was a sharp tug on your wrist, and suddenly, you were falling.

You hit the mattress, breath knocked from your lungs, eyes wide.

He was already over you.

Knees caging you in, face so close you could feel his breath. His hood had slipped, and in the dim light, you saw something you shouldn’t have.

The way his lips curled in frustration.

The way his eyes darkened with hunger.

The way he was shaking.

“Please,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, desperate.

And then, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it—

“Just look at me.”

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♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

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Ace Attorney: N/A

Arcane: Jayce

Blue Lock: Yoichi Isagi

Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi, Katsuki Bakugo

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A

Death Note: N/A

Demon Slayer: Sanemi Shinazugawa

DC: Damian Wayne

Dishonored Series: N/A

Genshin Impact: Scaramouche

Haikyuu!!: Hajime Iwaizumi, Yūji Terushima

Honkai Star Rail: Blade, Boothill, Mydei, Nanook

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Phinks, Uvogin

I’m Not That Kind of Talent: N/A

Jujutsu Kaisen: Megumi Fushiguro, Naoya Zen’in, Ryōmen Sukuna

Kill The Hero: Park Yong-Wan

Love and Deepspace: N/A

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Aamon, Gusion

MONSTER: N/A

Naruto Shippuden: Hidan, Tobirama Senju, Zabuza Momochi

One Punch Man: Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: Fang Zheng

TOUCHSTARVED: Vere

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Ink! Sans, Underfell! Sans, Undertale! Chara

Wuthering Waves: Geshu Lin

Your Throne: N/A

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