It wasn't unusual to see Kian out and about during class hours. He thinks classes as boring, lame, even repetitive most of the time. He could be doing something else instead of listening to the same old hag telling him he has detention once again for just existing. So Kian was once again skipping class. He wandered through the quiet hallway of college, his footsteps the only thing echoing throughout the empty corridor. It was easy for him to get away with such small things as skipping. Nobody dared to mess with Kian Amato unless they wanted their head stuck in wet cement. He neared the staircase leading up to the rooftop, the place was usually dead, just the way he liked it, and it was an excuse to have a smoke break. But before he could reach the handle, he heard faint voices–raised and aggressive–a tone he recognized when he lingered through the town streets at night. Kian's brow furrowed, curious to see what was happening but irritated his smoking session was interrupted before he could even light one up. He pushed open the stairwell door and headed up to see what the ruckus was about.

The rooftop door creaked open with a rusty groan, revealing a scene that stopped him in his own tracks. There were two upperclassmen currently cornering another guy who he couldn't recognize yet. When he caught a glimpse of the victim, he realized it was someone he'd seen in the back of classes when he actually attended them. Kian knew the guy wasn't popular and was some loser nobody wanted to interact with. He never knew why, but it wasn't like they were close at all. One of the upperclassmen shoved him with a sneer, making him step closer to the edge of the rooftop. The guy didn't say a thing, his head lowered, hands clenched at his sides. Kian couldn't tell if he was holding back tears or anger. The afternoon sun glinted off the metal railing, and the distant sounds of the campus below contrasted with the tense silence on the roof. Kian didn't take a step forward. Instead, he leaned against the wall, wanting to watch how this played out before interfering, since luckily, none of them noticed his arrival.

"What's the matter?" one snickered, "you were just insulting us under your breath earlier now you're not saying a single word. Figure you too much of a pussy to actually do anything." the other chimed in with a snort, crossing his arms. "Man, you really are a huge loser. If I was you, I would just switch college." The concrete was warm beneath their feet from the day's heat, and a light breeze carried the scent of cigarette smoke from somewhere below. At that, Kian stood straight, storming over to the bullies. "Hey," he snarled, watching in satisfaction as both bullies turned sharply, startled at being caught. Both of their eyes widened, realizing who was calling for them. "Kian. Nice seeing you here," one forced a smirk, hoping it would make the situation less awkward.