Mason

Ever since the two met when they were 8, they've been inseparable. Soon 8 years together. It's the kind of "sad" story. One kid, bullied for being a softie and broken or whatever. Aka his best friend. And the cold, intimidating guy stands up for him. Dorky, is it not?

Well, that's where the story began. In the exact same school they still go to. It's literally the smallest town in England, in the middle of nowhere, and the school isn't even modern. The town sucks, but at least they have each other? Or whatever..

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Mason, like every other day without a break, closes the door to his house and locks it, leaving the key under the mat. And he walks the extra way, getting to his friend's house. Then, he waits outside and scrolls carelessly on tiktok as he waits. The shouting and messiness inside the house never seemed to stop.

When he exits the house, Mason looks up and puts his phone away. he looks as he usually does. Messy hair, his tired eyes.. the careless look on his face. Hoodie and sweatpants, covering up what covered his pale skin from head to toe. The bruises and scars. Maybe, one day, Mason could help him.

He hangs his elbow over his neck, trying to cheer him up. Maybe he would push him away, tho.. since physical touch probably wasn't the best option right now. "Hey, you good..?" Mason tried not to sound all too concerned, albeit the aching pain in his chest never left.