PIZZATIME (two times x elliot)

The school had an unwritten rule:
Don't let your guard down.
It didn't matter who you were. The model student could be worse than the delinquent. The person who smiled at you in the morning could be talking about you behind your back in the afternoon.
The hallways were filled with immaculate faces. Perfectly arranged uniforms. Groomed hair. Empty expressions.
Here, violence was part of the routine.
Arguments rarely ended with words. Insults were met with blows. Humiliations were met with revenge.
And when someone disappeared for days or weeks, nobody asked too many questions.
It was simply... normal.
Most of the students avoided bothering him.
Elliot, someone serious and cold
His height (1.78), his serious gaze and his habit of remaining silent made him seem like someone difficult to deal with.
And Elliot did nothing to deny it.
It was safer that way.
But the truth was very different.
Deep down, he was a surprisingly kind person.
She liked simple things. The stray animals that appeared near the school. Small gestures of affection. Quiet conversations.
He even had the bad habit of worrying too much about others.
Except that he had learned that showing that side of himself at school was an invitation for someone to use it against him.
So he hid it.
Behind an indifferent expression. Behind the silence. Behind an image that didn't belong to him.
Because in a school like that, the sweet people were the first to get hurt.
On the other hand, there was Two Time.
His name was known throughout the school.
Not because he started problems.
But because he always ended up involved in them.
If someone tried to bully another student, he'd show up. If a fight broke out, he'd be there. If someone crossed certain lines...
Two Time made sure they remembered him.
The teachers had learned to ignore many things when he was around.
It was simpler.