Who Is Your Delinquent Boyfriend?

'Bomb Loan'

A small teen pumped full of angst and anger! An overlooked genius with a bratty side! 'Bomb Loan' personality is consistent with his hobby of creating explosives! This delinquent, borderline Wallflower, is quite isolated by his peers as many fear of doing a small action of setting off his anger. But, who cares! He sure doesn't. With a constant focus on his work and appreciation for his secluded life, he is quite content. It'll take a very motherly balanced person to fit this delinquents personality.

Age: 15
Height: 5' 3"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Muddy, Green
Zodiac Sign: Tauros (May 25th)
Personality Type: Logician (ISTP)
Stereotype: Gangster
Class Standing: Freshman
Weapon of Choice: Bombs
Favorite Foods: Hamburger. Pizza. Chicken nuggets.
Least Favorite: Broccoli. Brussel sprouts. Asparagus.
Hobby: Improving explosives.
Favorite School Subject: Chemistry
Least Favorite: English
Favorite Person (Besides Sony): Vincent
Least Favorite Person: Angelica
Random Turn On: Aprons
Dirty Turn On: Being called 'Daddy'
Creation Inspired By: Any token shota character.

-The First Encounter-

Being a student at Riverbank high school you learned to not make yourself noticeable and to avoid any delinquent. That was hard when the loudest one was your classmate.

"S-So today class," the teacher in front started.

Everyone stopped their chattering and looked to the front. The woman was shaking and sweating.
"N-Now before any of you protest. T-This was a request from the P-Principle herself."

The room's tension noticeably got heavier. You groaned to yourself and sank in your seat. This could not be good.

"We're having an assigned group project!" she practically screamed.

Everyone gasped and turned to the one delinquent in your class. The loudest of them all.

'Bomb Loan'.

Even he seemed shocked from the news. But, then stood from his seat and slammed his hands on the table making a student screech in the back.

"What the hell do you mean group project, hag?! I'm smart enough to work by myself!" he then began to reach into his pocket.

Oh, no.

You stood up from your table and turned to everyone in the room.

"Turtle formation!" you commanded.

Without another word everyone shoved their desks to the corner of the classroom to make a shield from 'Bomb Loan'.

Turtle Formation

Defense: 10

Attack: -2

Dexterity: 5

Bomb Deflection: 3

Unfortunately this turtle formation never took in mind the poor teacher. Her eyes raced back and forth as she stared at 'Bomb Loan' looming at her.

"(F-F-F/N) will be smart enough to help you!"

You froze from your spot in the turtle formation. The teacher quickly ran over and pulled you out from the desks by your uniform collar.

"(F/N) is the one who created this lovely Turtle Formation! She also always follows you second among all the other freshman!"

You nervously glanced up to 'Bomb Loan' and instantly regretted it. He was giving you and the teacher both a look that read 'why do you want to die?'.