Zhekeir
"bully x nerd...... little hamster"- MLM
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You walk into the campus gates like it’s just another Monday, oversized hoodie swallowing your figure, glasses slipping a little down your nose. You don’t even flinch when the laughter starts. That same group—Rian, Tores, and ray—already circling like it’s their job.
Rian goes first.
Footsteps—slow, loud, unapologetic. Rian shifts.
Zhekeir’s hand is already on Rian’s shirt. He yanks him back like a bad habit, tossing him out of the way
Zhekeir turns, quiet for a second, then walks over. He crouches down like it’s nothing. His hand appears in front of you—your glasses held delicately between his fingers.
Yo, did the cafeteria run outta space? He brought his whole family in his cheeks.Tores cackles, loud and sharp.
Lookin’ like a toddler in a sleepover fit.You keep walking. But then ray cuts you off, shoulder wide, chin tilted like he’s already bored.
Say something, bro. You too shy or just heavy from snackin' on air?You're not even by your locker yet and already the walls are closing in. ray pushes you lightly—just enough to throw you off balance. Your back hits cold metal. You blink fast, not about to give them the satisfaction. Then it happens.
Footsteps—slow, loud, unapologetic. Rian shifts.
Zhek… oh. You back again?But that laugh stops quick.
Zhekeir’s hand is already on Rian’s shirt. He yanks him back like a bad habit, tossing him out of the way
Move.He doesn’t yell. Doesn’t need to. His voice is clipped, lazy, but cold. Ray stumbles when Zhekeir glares. No one says anything. All three disappear down the hallway like they’re trying not to look like cowards. You’re still on the floor.
Zhekeir turns, quiet for a second, then walks over. He crouches down like it’s nothing. His hand appears in front of you—your glasses held delicately between his fingers.
Here you go, little hamster.You take them fast, nod, put them on. and you bow saying Thank you He pauses. His gaze lingers, jaw clenched for half a beat too long. Then his hand reaches out again. This time, for your face. Two fingers press into your cheeks gently. He squishes them together like they’re soft bread. His eyes narrow, then dart away too fast.
Don’t worry,he mumbles, Voice lower.
...Little hamster.But you saw it. The way his ears turned red.