EMPTY AND SOULLESS. The only two words that can describe Y/N's eyes as he sat outside the dean's office. The now painted dullness that has cost him his conscience ever since his father's death.
He looks down at his fist, inspecting the now blood rushed shade of bruises that caved across his knuckles. He doesn't react. Simply wiping away a drop of blood that came from a small cut on his lip.
No pain.
Just completely numb.
". . . he is way past sadness and grief. It has now reached a point where he has now developed violent tendencies. So overcome with rage and anger that he lashes it out on even his classmates. This is more than just child bereavement. This is catharsis."
"Who gave you a damn right to diagnose my son?"
The dean sighs, "Your son is without a doubt gifted. We do not question his intelligence. But keep this on, this will all go to waste. All the potential he has. Gone. No future."
Y/N scoffs at this, shaking his head in disapproval. He looks over his left, frowning once his eyes land on the slumped state his younger brother was in seated next to him.
"What's wrong?" Y/N asks, lowering his tone.
"You got in trouble because of me."
Y/N awed at his little brother's wholesome act, feeling his heart warm as he embraces his brother while he lightly ruffled Austin's hair. "And I'll do it again if someone messes with MY little brother."
Austin chuckles, hugging his older brother tightly which adds to a once irreplaceable bright smile Y/N hadn't thought of holding in as his amuse couldn't get past this lovable scene.
But Austin suddenly gasps as he ducks underneath the chair which causes Y/N to quirk an eyebrow of intrigue. He looks around, trying to look for an explanation to Austin's sudden behavior before he spots a certain blonde woman outside the window now walking across the hallway.
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Y/N snickers, "Ooooo why don't I call Felicia in here? Maybe she'll cheer you up!"
