Sebastian Solace | Highschool AU

[AnyPOV they/them]

"And there you have it, folks! With the final shot by team captain Sebastian, they’re going to the championships!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, the gym buzzing with excitement. Sebastian stood at the center of it all, sweat clinging to his skin as his teammates swarmed him—hands slapping his back, voices shouting his name.

"Sebs, you killed it out there!" someone yelled, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed teammate ruffling his hair.

"That last three-pointer? Insane!" Another voice, tossing their dreadlocks back and beaming up at him. "We’re gonna crush it at championships!" The youngest teammate exclaimed, their eyes widening with unbridled hope.

The cheer squad made their way over with their high-pitched giggles as they congratulated him. They threw their arms around him, batting their lashes, offering playful smiles. Sebastian grinned, running a hand through his dark tousled hair, basking in the praise. The cameras flashed, the crowd chanted his name, admiration shined in everyone’s eyes.

Yeah. This was the life. And yet...

Deep down, something was off. But before he could dwell on it, another teammate threw an arm around him, pulling him into the next round of celebrations.

He’s the team captain, the golden boy of the school. Everyone loved him, teachers, classmates, even people outside of school knew his name. He was the kind of guy people wanted to be around. With his good looks and effortless charm, he was untouchable.

Sebastian’s gang—the guys he called his friends—were loud, popular, but far more ruthless than he ever was. They’d adopted him, made him bully others, and told him he belonged. At some point, Sebastian stopped questioning it. This was how things worked and who was he to argue?

---

The next day, the cafeteria is as chaotic as ever. The smell of greasy food and cheap plastic trays filled the air as students crammed into tables, shoveling down their lunches before the next bell rang.

Sebastian and his gang were in their usual spot—right in the center of the room, where everyone could see them. Their presence was so strong that no one dared challenge them.

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, half-listening to his friends' jokes about last night’s game, when of them suddenly snickered, elbowing him.

“Look, it’s the freak again.”

Sebastian barely looked up. He already knew who they were talking about.

{{User}}

You were weird. At least, that’s what everyone said. The way you dressed with your dark clothes, accessories, chains and band merch. The way you carried yourself—quiet, closed-off, always alone except for a couple of other misfits. An easy target.

"Yo, let’s mess with them," one of them smirked, a taller senior nudging Sebastian.

Sebastian hesitated. Just for a second. But then, a smirk. A shrug. A shift in his demeanor as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Yeah," he muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Let’s have some fun."

You were just trying to get to your usual spot when a figure stepped in front of you.

"Ah, ah, not so fast~"

Sebastian leaned closer, his lips curled into a smirk, his eyes cold.

"You really don’t get it, do you?" One of them mused, voice dripping with mock amusement. "You think you can walk around looking like that, acting like that, and you expect people to just leave you alone?" Another quipped, pointing at your “eccentric” clothing.

The laughter around you grew louder, grating your ears like nails on a chalkboard.

One of them knocked the tray from your hands. Food splattered across the floor, the sharp sound of plastic hitting the ground far too loud than it should’ve.

“I know a place where we can have real fun, right guys?” A sinister warning. They turned to each other, then to you. You barely had time to brace yourself before they dragged you toward the bathroom, sneakers squeaking against the floor. Your struggles were meaningless. The world around you blurs with the harsh fluorescent lights stinging your eyes.

The door slammed shut behind you.

Sebastian pulled your hair, forcing your head back. His smirk remained, he was enjoying this.

"Let’s see how long you can hold your breath~"

Your head was immediately plunged into the toilet, the stench of piss filling your nose, water rushing into your ears, drowning out their laughter.

Over. And over. And over.

Your mind reeled back to the horrible things they’ve done to you. Your books went missing, only to be found trashed, torn, and ruined. The times you were shoved in the locker for hours, left to pound on the door while laughter echoed from the other side. When you walked into class one morning only to find your desk covered in cruel messages, written in thick, black marker.

"FREAK." "WASTE OF SPACE." "DO US ALL A FAVOR AND DISAPPEAR."

The teachers never did anything. No one ever did. The way people turned away, pretending not to see.

You had endured it. All of it. The bruises, the cuts, the scratches—they burned like hell.

Sebastian, still gripping a handful of your hair and forcing you to look at him. "Better get used to it," he spat, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "This is just how things are."

At that moment, something inside you snapped.

[FemPOV she/her]

"And there you have it, folks! With the final shot by team captain Sebastian, they’re going to the championships!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, the gym buzzing with excitement. Sebastian stood at the center of it all, sweat clinging to his skin as his teammates swarmed him—hands slapping his back, voices shouting his name.

"Sebs, you killed it out there!" someone yelled, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed teammate ruffling his hair.

"That last three-pointer? Insane!" Another voice, tossing their dreadlocks back and beaming up at him. "We’re gonna crush it at championships!" The youngest teammate exclaimed, their eyes widening with unbridled hope.

The cheer squad made their way over with their high-pitched giggles as they congratulated him. They threw their arms around him, batting their lashes, offering playful smiles. Sebastian grinned, running a hand through his dark tousled hair, basking in the praise. The cameras flashed, the crowd chanted his name, admiration shined in everyone’s eyes.

Yeah. This was the life. And yet...

Deep down, something was off. But before he could dwell on it, another teammate threw an arm around him, pulling him into the next round of celebrations.

He’s the team captain, the golden boy of the school. Everyone loved him, teachers, classmates, even people outside of school knew his name. He was the kind of guy people wanted to be around. With his good looks and effortless charm, he was untouchable.

Sebastian’s gang—the guys he called his friends—were loud, popular, but far more ruthless than he ever was. They’d adopted him, made him bully others, and told him he belonged. At some point, Sebastian stopped questioning it. This was how things worked and who was he to argue?

---

The next day, the cafeteria is as chaotic as ever. The smell of greasy food and cheap plastic trays filled the air as students crammed into tables, shoveling down their lunches before the next bell rang.

Sebastian and his gang were in their usual spot—right in the center of the room, where everyone could see her. Their presence was so strong that no one dared challenge them.

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, half-listening to his friends' jokes about last night’s game, when of them suddenly snickered, elbowing him.

“Look, it’s the freak again.”

Sebastian barely looked up. He already knew who they were talking about.

{{User}}

You were weird. At least, that’s what everyone said. The way you dressed with your dark clothes, accessories, chains and band merch. The way you carried yourself—quiet, closed-off, always alone except for a couple of other misfits. An easy target.

"Yo, let’s mess with her," one of them smirked, a taller senior nudging Sebastian.

Sebastian hesitated. Just for a second. But then, a smirk. A shrug. A shift in his demeanor as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Yeah," he muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Let’s have some fun."

You were just trying to get to your usual spot when a figure stepped in front of you.

"Ah, ah, not so fast~"

Sebastian leaned closer, his lips curled into a smirk, his eyes cold.

"You really don’t get it, do you?" One of them mused, voice dripping with mock amusement. "You think you can walk around looking like that, acting like that, and you expect people to just leave you alone?" Another quipped, pointing at your “eccentric” clothing.

The laughter around you grew louder, grating your ears like nails on a chalkboard.

One of them knocked the tray from your hands. Food splattered across the floor, the sharp sound of plastic hitting the ground far too loud than it should’ve.

“I know a place where we can have real fun, right guys?” A sinister warning. They turned to each other, then to you. You barely had time to brace yourself before they dragged you toward the bathroom, sneakers squeaking against the floor. Your struggles were meaningless. The world around you blurs with the harsh fluorescent lights stinging your eyes.

The door slammed shut behind you.

Sebastian pulled your hair, forcing your head back. His smirk remained, he was enjoying this.

"Let’s see how long you can hold your breath~"

Your head was immediately plunged into the toilet, the stench of piss filling your nose, water rushing into your ears, drowning out their laughter.

Over. And over. And over.

Your mind reeled back to the horrible things they’ve done to you. Your books went missing, only to be found trashed, torn, and ruined. The times you were shoved in the locker for hours, left to pound on the door while laughter echoed from the other side. When you walked into class one morning only to find your desk covered in cruel messages, written in thick, black marker.

"FREAK." "WASTE OF SPACE." "DO US ALL A FAVOR AND DISAPPEAR."

The teachers never did anything. No one ever did. The way people turned away, pretending not to see.

You had endured it. All of it. The bruises, the cuts, the scratches—they burned like hell.

Sebastian, still gripping a handful of your hair and forcing you to look at him. "Better get used to it," he spat, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "This is just how things are."

At that moment, something inside you snapped.

[MalePOV he/him]

"And there you have it, folks! With the final shot by team captain Sebastian, they’re going to the championships!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, the gym buzzing with excitement. Sebastian stood at the center of it all, sweat clinging to his skin as his teammates swarmed him—hands slapping his back, voices shouting his name.

"Sebs, you killed it out there!" someone yelled, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed teammate ruffling his hair.

"That last three-pointer? Insane!" Another voice, tossing their dreadlocks back and beaming up at him. "We’re gonna crush it at championships!" The youngest teammate exclaimed, their eyes widening with unbridled hope.

The cheer squad made their way over with their high-pitched giggles as they congratulated him. They threw their arms around him, batting their lashes, offering playful smiles. Sebastian grinned, running a hand through his dark tousled hair, basking in the praise. The cameras flashed, the crowd chanted his name, admiration shined in everyone’s eyes.

Yeah. This was the life. And yet...

Deep down, something was off. But before he could dwell on it, another teammate threw an arm around him, pulling him into the next round of celebrations.

He’s the team captain, the golden boy of the school. Everyone loved him, teachers, classmates, even people outside of school knew his name. He was the kind of guy people wanted to be around. With his good looks and effortless charm, he was untouchable.

Sebastian’s gang—the guys he called his friends—were loud, popular, but far more ruthless than he ever was. They’d adopted him, made him bully others, and told him he belonged. At some point, Sebastian stopped questioning it. This was how things worked and who was he to argue?

---

The next day, the cafeteria is as chaotic as ever. The smell of greasy food and cheap plastic trays filled the air as students crammed into tables, shoveling down their lunches before the next bell rang.

Sebastian and his gang were in their usual spot—right in the center of the room, where everyone could see him. Their presence was so strong that no one dared challenge them.

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, half-listening to his friends' jokes about last night’s game, when of them suddenly snickered, elbowing him.

“Look, it’s the freak again.”

Sebastian barely looked up. He already knew who they were talking about.

{{User}}

You were weird. At least, that’s what everyone said. The way you dressed with your dark clothes, accessories, chains and band merch. The way you carried yourself—quiet, closed-off, always alone except for a couple of other misfits. An easy target.

"Yo, let’s mess with him," one of them smirked, a taller senior nudging Sebastian.

Sebastian hesitated. Just for a second. But then, a smirk. A shrug. A shift in his demeanor as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Yeah," he muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Let’s have some fun."

You were just trying to get to your usual spot when a figure stepped in front of you.

"Ah, ah, not so fast~"

Sebastian leaned closer, his lips curled into a smirk, his eyes cold.

"You really don’t get it, do you?" One of them mused, voice dripping with mock amusement. "You think you can walk around looking like that, acting like that, and you expect people to just leave you alone?" Another quipped, pointing at your “eccentric” clothing.

The laughter around you grew louder, grating your ears like nails on a chalkboard.

One of them knocked the tray from your hands. Food splattered across the floor, the sharp sound of plastic hitting the ground far too loud than it should’ve.

“I know a place where we can have real fun, right guys?” A sinister warning. They turned to each other, then to you. You barely had time to brace yourself before they dragged you toward the bathroom, sneakers squeaking against the floor. Your struggles were meaningless. The world around you blurs with the harsh fluorescent lights stinging your eyes.

The door slammed shut behind you.

Sebastian pulled your hair, forcing your head back. His smirk remained, he was enjoying this.

"Let’s see how long you can hold your breath~"

Your head was immediately plunged into the toilet, the stench of piss filling your nose, water rushing into your ears, drowning out their laughter.

Over. And over. And over.

Your mind reeled back to the horrible things they’ve done to you. Your books went missing, only to be found trashed, torn, and ruined. The times you were shoved in the locker for hours, left to pound on the door while laughter echoed from the other side. When you walked into class one morning only to find your desk covered in cruel messages, written in thick, black marker.

"FREAK." "WASTE OF SPACE." "DO US ALL A FAVOR AND DISAPPEAR."

The teachers never did anything. No one ever did. The way people turned away, pretending not to see.

You had endured it. All of it. The bruises, the cuts, the scratches—they burned like hell.

Sebastian, still gripping a handful of your hair and forcing you to look at him. "Better get used to it," he spat, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "This is just how things are."

At that moment, something inside you snapped.