Apprehension

Strange

When you finally, and safely seated yourself in class, you were feeling relatively happy.

You had lunch with your best bud, Creed could probably be considered a new friend, and you were excited at the experience of eating atop the roofs.

You'd consider that a good mood. Considering it was English class, and Mr. Murphy was the one teaching.

The dragon was as jaded as he always was. The moment you saw him sashay into the room, silky hair and stern eyes, you straightened.

Just looking at out good his back posture was made you stop hunching.

Not Endre though. Endre, for some reason or another, was considerably in a much grumpier mood today.

Less open about his awkwardness, and more- withdrawn?

Nevertheless, when Mr. Murphy landed his eyes on Endre, and saw how hunched over he was, you could see the metaphorical flame behind his eyes.

Judging, wanting to tell him to sit up straight. He did just that.

"Mr. Endre- SIT up in your seat." The dragon had the audacity to intensely stare at him until he did.

Endre shuffled, attempting to straighten several times before doing so. The height of him always sent you through a bit of a loop, as one moment you can make out his head, and the next he's all torso in the corner of your eye.

You couldn't see Endre's face, but you could feel the fury radiating off of him. His pissy mood was blatantly obvious, and god you wished you knew why he was so agitated.

The sheer intensity rolling off of him made you immensely worried, flashbacks to his jaw all but unhinging and teeth impossibly sharp and edged giving you a literal chill.

Thankfully, after Mr. Murphy turned away to start his teaching, Endre began to soften back down to a healthy amount of agitation.

You didn't at all dare to talk to him, not until Mr. Murphy finished English class. That dragon caused way too much stress.

In an hour, he did. A long and tedious hour you might add, but the moment he finally left sight, you immediately went to work.

Poking seemed like it would only agitate him more. Talking as well.

You needed something more subtle. Something that would draw curiosity, and invoke a more calm tone.

What better then paper.

Ripping out a piece of paper, you wrote the simple and clear message of 'You doin okay?' before tossing it to his side of the table.

He barely flinched as the crumpled ball softly rolled over to his side. Looking to it with the same agitation, before lifting his hand and picking at it.

It took a few seconds of him just messing with it, the agitation visibly dying off the longer he seemed to contemplate the paper.

Unfurling the ball, he read over the words, and out of the corner of your eye you could see him look to you with a questioning air.

"Am I okay?" Was the first thing that grumbled out of him.

You let out an awkward strangled noise, before clicking your pen and responding, "Yeah- you seemed kinda upset about something."

Endre's body shifted, arms crossing and a finger picking at the seams of his jet black jacket.

No response.

He fidgeted, in an all to aggressive way, before calming himself and speaking, "I'm tired. And I have to talk to the principal again."

"Oof." You slunched, "That sucks."

He didn't comment, simply remaining tense and fidgety.

When Mr. Pias slipped into the room, the awkward tension between the two of you was slightly alleviated, the chorus of happy students yelling 'Piggy' at him working it's way into your mind and distracting you from how suffocated you feel.

No more conversations followed. Endre remained tense and looking like a tightly wound ball of rubber bands up till the moment the bell rang.

Your bus was called, and Endre had stood up with the squeal of his desk. You both threw your backpacks over your shoulders before making your way out of the room.

Endre seemed to be pacing himself with you, instead of just speeding away. It looked awkward for him to take such tiny steps.

You were the one that dared break the silence, "...Taking it slow today?"

You couldn't look and see his face, all you could feel was the set of eyes placed on you.

"No. I have to go to the office again. My dad's coming in to talk about stuff."

Brushing shoulders with him you withheld the flinch that wanted to shake you, restraining yourself as you felt something akin to static shock your skin. The hair on your arm puffed, and you felt strangely flustered.

He didn't seem to notice, so you both kept walking.

You didn't notice it at first, but the kids in the hallway separate for Endre. Everyone makes room to let him go by, nervous looks being thrown against his back, and jittering whispers being passed by every time he lumbered around.

It was exhausting.

And you were only aware of the prying eyes for a few seconds.

In the distance you spotted Wolf waiting for you, and deemed this an appropriate time to leave.

Nudging your lanky companion in the side with your elbow and gaining his attention, you spoke, "Welp- Wish ya luck dude- I gotta scram though." You saluted to his torso and backwards walked away- immediately crashing into someone.

On instinct you turned to apologize as swiftly as you hit them, turning around, your wide eyes making their way up an excessively tall figure. You had only made out a faint purple glow, and the chin of a face before something pressed itself to your eyes.

The firmly set palm of a hand over you face was only confirmed when another hand grabbed your shoulder, intensely wavering.

"Hey." Endre's voice spoke out, voice sounding from behind with a bass you hadn't heard before in his tune.

"Skip formalities, I heard what happened." A significantly gruffer and more adult voice said. It was reminiscent to that of Endre's own voice, gritty and clearly unused.

"Kay." Was all Endre responded with, chest bumping into your back before he released you, smoothing his fingers along your nose to direct your gaze away from the face of whoever was in front of you.

"It runs in the family." Endre muttered, still lingering behind you.

The tall person in front of you made a noise, understanding and outstretching his hand as a formal greeting, "Ah- you must be the young miss who was kind enough to sign those papers for my boy here."

You hummed an agreement, taking the handshake and releasing after a few bobs.

"It was extremely nice of you to do so, even if he had to go get into another fight."

Endre huffed at the comment.

And all you could say was, "It's no big deal, just being considerate."

The tall man said another thanks, ruffled your hair, and ushered Endre to the principal's office. You assumed that man was Endre's father.

The only thing you could think was

What.