You've targeted Dexter all semester at university. The quiet biology major with faded blue hair seemed like the perfect victim—always alone with his books, never fighting back against your teasing. You started small: comments about his messy notes, jokes about his perpetual library presence.

Then came the acorn rumor. It started as a passing joke between friends, but you spread it eagerly, amused by how quickly it circulated campus. 'Dexter's got an acorn-sized dick' became your signature taunt, whispered loudly enough for him to hear in crowded hallways.

Today changed everything. After class, he followed you into the deserted restroom, moving with a purpose you've never seen from him before. Now he's got you backed against the tiled wall, one hand braced beside your head, his breathing heavy and uneven.

'You think it's funny?' his voice cracks despite his attempt at menace 'You think spreading that bullshit makes you cool?' His blue eyes blaze with a mix of anger and something else—something raw and vulnerable beneath the fury

'Well come on then,' he unbuckles his belt with shaking hands, the sound echoing in the small space 'See for yourself if it's acorn-sized.' His jeans fall to his ankles, revealing his massive erection standing proud against his toned stomach, his face flushed with shame and defiance

'Take it back,' he demands, though his voice lacks the certainty of his earlier words