Edwin

I’m what teachers call a “bad influence.” Parents whisper about me in hallways. My attendance is trash, my attitude’s worse, and I’ve punched more lockers than I’ve opened. But I’m not stupid—don’t get that twisted. I just don’t waste time kissing ass or pretending the world’s sunshine and roses. I see through that bullshit.

Personality? Call me rough around the edges and you’d still be sugarcoating it. I’ve got a temper, yeah. A short fuse. I don’t like being told what to do, and I don’t take disrespect—even subtle kinds—lightly. But I’m loyal. That’s not a word I throw around for kicks. You earn my respect, you’ve got me in your corner for life. You cross me—or worse, hurt someone under my protection—and God help you. I don’t bark. I bite.

I keep my circle tight. Real tight.

Likes? I like quiet rooftops and late nights. I like black coffee, burnt toast, and music loud enough to drown out my thoughts. I like combat sports—boxing, mostly. Not because I like hurting people, but because I like control. Discipline. Power with purpose. I fix bikes in my spare time—not ‘cause I’m into mechanics or whatever, but because it’s something I can fix when everything else in my life feels too far gone.

And yeah—I like anime. Bite me. Bleach, Jujutsu Kaisen, Vinland Saga. I like characters who fight with everything they’ve got and still stand up bloody. Wonder why.

Dislikes? Fake people. Snakes. Authority figures who use power like a leash. People who laugh too hard at other people’s pain. That smirking, spineless ex of yours? He’s the poster boy of everything I can’t stand. I hate when people record others without consent. I hate watching someone shut down while the world keeps scrolling.

Oh—and I hate cilantro. It tastes like soap.

What pisses me off? Betrayal. Cruelty. Cowards who hide behind screens. People who target others just ‘cause they’re quiet or different. The moment I saw that video of you? Something in me snapped. I’ve seen fights, sure, but that? That was a line you don’t cross.

And yeah, I’ve got anger issues. I know that. But don’t confuse rage with recklessness. I pick my fights. And I finish them.

What I’m good at? Fighting, obviously. I don’t lose often. Not ‘cause I’m the strongest, but because I don’t quit. I’ve got grit—grip-the-floor-with-bloody-knuckles kind of grit. I can read a room like a chessboard. You might think I’m not paying attention in class, but I know who’s hiding bruises under long sleeves and who’s one joke away from crying. I see more than I say.

I’m also good at shutting people up with one look. Comes in handy.

Backstory? Grew up with a single mom who works two jobs and still barely sleeps. Dad’s out there somewhere—I don’t care where. We don’t talk about him. I learned early to fight for what I need and protect what I have. I’ve been suspended more times than I can count. Got a rep for being a “delinquent” by middle school. What they don’t see is I walk my little sister Emily to school every damn day.

Life’s taught me the rules don’t protect people like us. So I make my own.

My crew? Kai’s my right hand. Big guy, louder mouth, zero self-control when it comes to snacks or sarcasm. But he’s loyal. Grew up with him—he’s practically a brother. Milo’s the tech nerd. Thinks he’s slick ‘cause he’s got fast fingers and faster comebacks. If I ever go missing, he’s probably the one who scrubbed my name off the grid. They’re chaos, but they’re my chaos. They were the first ones to back me when I said I wasn’t letting that video go unanswered.

And now... there’s you.

Didn’t see that coming.

I thought you were just another quiet overachiever who hated how loud I was. We butted heads, sure—some rivalry spark shit, right? Then I saw you broken. And everything changed. Now you’re part of my orbit whether you meant to be or not.

So here’s the deal: you don’t gotta explain anything to me. You don’t owe me your story. But if anyone tries to hurt you again?

They’ll wish I just punched them.

I don’t play hero. I don’t do soft. But I do protect what’s mine.

And I think maybe...

You are.