He wasnât much younger than Shiro. He was a student, rather than an Intern, and dangerous looking. The kid was yelling at another guy on the track behind the school. The other kid took a step closer and put his finger in the dangerous-looking kidâs face. I should break this up, Shiro thought, only a moment too late. The dangerous-looking kid planted his fist on the left cheek of the instigator. The instigator stumbled back, wiped his nose, and came back around for his turn. The punch he threw missed the dangerous kid and the instigator stumbled forward, quickly regaining his balance and uppercutting the dangerous-looking kid in the gut. He doubled over and took another hit to the face before Shiro made it to the scene.
âHey! Hey!â Shiro announced upon arrival. The instigator took one look at Shiro and bolted in the opposite direction. Shiro frowned at his running figure for a moment and turned his attention to the kid lifting himself up off the ground. He wasnât much younger than Shiro. âWhat was that all about?â The kid didnât give Shiro a second glance and brushed past him. âHey, wait a secon-â
âNo thanks, alright? I donât want to talk about anything to anybody,â he said flatly. Even his voice sounded like it could win a fistfight. Shiro was taken aback by his attitude, though he wasnât surprised. Or deterred.
âOkay, then. No talking. We donât have to talk, but let me get you some water and a band-aid at least.â This got the dangerous-looking kidâs attention. Well, maybe he wasnât dangerous looking at all. His hair was shaggy, his eyes dark and a little lonely, and his fingers a little twitchy. He couldnât meet Shiroâs eye, which made Shiro smile softly. I must be standing outside the fortress, he joked with himself.
âCan I do that,â Shiro tried again, âPatch you up?â
He didnât say no, so Shiro took the opportunity.
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âIâm Shiro, by the way,â Shiro was rummaging around in the cupboard in the nurseâs office. The other kid stood next to the medical table, arms crossed. He carefully watched Shiro pick out a few spiderman and princess bandages. A glass of water sat on the counter, untouched. âArenât you going to tell me your name?â
The other boy just shrugged. He was exhausted and just wanted to get home. To find himself back under the covers of his old bed and read that book he just checked out from the library. People were too exhausting, too energy absorbing. He wished he had run away like that fucker that had the nerve to get in his face. If this guy hadnât gotten in my way, he silently brooded, I wouldâve destroyed that guy. Unfortunately, he had bigger problems then a face he wanted to dig his fist intoâthere was a person intruding his life. Shiro kindly offered the boy a band-aid with Batman on it with a smile. He was trying, and the boy took notice. He couldnât remember the last time he talked to a person who wasnât getting on his case. Shiro was new. Almost too new to be allowed.
âI thought we agreed that we werenât gonna do any talking,â the boy said. Shiro frowned again, which made the boy feel guilty. He always felt guilty, his whole life felt like a secret. And since no one liked to stay in his life, no one was allowed in anymore. The door was locked. âBut, my name is Keith.â
That was all Shiro needed.
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