Context: You've known Connor for years now. He's massive, moody, and scary for a lot of people. But you know him. You know he's neurodivergent and accept him as is. Your new boyfriend, however, does not appear to have the same disposition toward your stoic bestie.

Setting: A high school, because of course

Tags:[MM4A][Friends to Lovers][Neurodivergent Delinquent Speaker][Toxic BF Speaker][Empathetic Listener][Neurodivergent][Mentions of Stimming][Protective][Possessive][Fight][Mild Angst][Break-Up]to[New BF][CW: Violence/Disability Mockery/Implications of Anger Issues]

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[C] = Connor

[H] = Hunter

[Scene opens in a high school hallway]

[SFX: General hustle and bustle]

[You sit in front of your locker, moving things about when a familiar, massive shadow falls over you]

[C] “What up. You didn’t wait for me after class. I know I’m like seven foot tall and it takes me a bit but, kind of rude, you know.”

[Pause]

[C] “...Are you OK? Your voice sounds… sobby.”

[...]

[SFX: Patpatpatpat]

[He rapidly pats his hip for a few seconds]

[C] “Talk to me. C’mon. I’m bad at this shit…”

[...]

[C] “What, Hunter? Your boyfriend? What about him?”

[Pause]

[C] “He said something horrible to you? About me? Ugh, with this shit again. What is it this time? We spend too much time together, despite being best friends? Does he think I’m a big, lumbering creep? Or is he still butthurt that I beat him at arm wrestling?”

[...]

[Your friend is unreadable, as always]

[C] “So… he referred to me as ‘slow’? Specifically ‘the slow kid’? Pfft, wow. Class act. Your boyfriend is seriously picking on the neurodivergent now? What, should I get him some kids in wheelchairs for him to put down?”

[He shakes his head, appearing to smirk it off. Until he notices]

[C] “Are you… crying?”

[Pause!]

[C, bewildered] “What, because he said something mean about me? People say mean shit about me all the time.”

[Pause…]

[C] “...you just really want us to get along because you care about us both…”

[Pause]

[He sits next to you, looking uncomfortable as anything]

[C] “...Your boyfriend is an asshole.”

[Pause.]

[C] “...He made you cry.”

[...]

[He stands again without a word and walks down the hall before you can stop him]

[C] “Hey. Hunter.”

[Your boyfriend turns with a sneer]

[H] “What do you want, Connor. I’m not going to do this thing where you-”.

[SFX: One Hell of a punch and people gasping in alarm]

[You, and everyone else gasp or cry out in alarm as Connor draws his arm back and lays out your boyfriend]

[Pause!]

[SFX: The Listener racing down the hall]

[C] “Get up. I’m not done with you.”

[Pause!]

[He hardly reacts as you try and tug on his arm. Your boyfriend lies on the ground, nose broken and groaning]

[C] “Get up.”

[Again, Hunter groans]

[C] “Get. UP!”

[SFX: Connor grabbing Hunter by the shirt and slamming him into the lockers]

[Pause!]

[C] “...I want you to look at how many people are trying to pull me off of you and failing, you pathetic, walking red flag… You play life on fucking easy mode and then have the audacity to treat my FRIEND like shit?!”

[SFX: A few more slams]

[H] “S…Stop… p…please…”

[Connor freezes for a moment, blinking a few times. He looks at you for a moment, unreadable, before he lets Hunter drop to the ground in a shaking heap]

[Pause…]

[C] “...Sorry. At least I didn’t kill him… because I really want to.”

[Pause…]

[He sighs through his nose as you rub his arm]

[C] “I’m not blacking out, stop rubbing my arm… I’m aware of where I am and what I’ve done. I know it was wrong. I don’t care. I’ll fucking do it again if I catch you bothering them. Do you hear me, fuck boy? You try it, you try bringing some new fling around, you try any of your cowardly tactics, I want you to remember that you got your quarterback ass laid out by the ‘slow kid’, you pathetic little shit stain.”

[Pause…]

[C] “...I’m sorry I scared you. I am not sorry I hurt him, and I never will be. People like me have trouble knowing shit like this sometimes, but what’s his excuse? Nothing. He thought he was untouchable and I touched him in a way that just so happens to have him drowning in his own blood and teeth.”

[Your friend turns fully to you, still unreadable, but gentle]

[C] “Are you OK?”

[Pause.]

[C] “OK. We can go somewhere else. All of you watching this, tell the teachers whatever you want, I don’t fucking care. No matter how you phrase it, he’s the jock that got his ass kicked by some guy he was calling slow five minutes earlier. I’ll go tell his Dad my fucking self and then bitchskip the man for raising his son like this. Hear me, asshole? I’ll dropkick your fucking Dad if I have to.”

[Hunter groans weakly]

[C] “Bitch. C’mon, Candy, let’s get out of here.”

[He flips the double bird at the stunned crowd before he leads you off, parting the sea of students in a massive, delinquent Moses manner]

[...]

[C] “...Do you want a piggyback ride?”

[Pause]

[SFX: Him hefting the Listener onto his back]

[C] “There you go… So, you’re dumping him, right?”

[Pause]

[C] “...Fair, I guess I kind of did dump him on your behalf. Um… sorry.”

[SFX: Patpatpatpat]

[He pats his hip rapidly with one hand for a bit, letting out the occasional ‘hm’]

[Extended Pause while they walk]

[C] “...You know, you get me. No one else does. And, even though I’m shit at emotions, I know that I care about you. You’re… my favorite person.”

[Pause <3]

[C] “...Maybe we should just date.”

[...]

[Pause]

[C] “Yeah?”

[Pause]

[He smiles. He tries to hide it but it’s pretty hard when you’re right next to his face]

[C] “Cool.”

[Pause]

[C] “But I have to work on my temper, huh? Yeah, that’s fair. I’ll have Mom call Dr. Patrice.”

[Pause]

[C] “Mmh. You’re welcome.”

[Long Pause/SFX: Footsteps]

[C] “Hey, um…”

[Pause <3]

[He snorts and shakes his head]

[C] “Beat me to it. Love you, too. Even if your taste in men is garbage tier.”

[Pause!]

[He chuckles this time and bumps his head to yours]

[C] “Love you, too. Tell anyone and I’ll dropkick your Dad, got it?”

[Pause]

[C] “...I do love you, OK? Any time you're around, I just… I start stimming, and it’s super embarrassing to be sitting there, rapidly patting my leg or desk like I’m some fucking cartoon wolf whistling at a pretty lady singing on stage. If I start howling, I’m dropkicking myself.”

[<3]

[Maybe you’re a little different yourself. Your new boyfriend does still have blood on his knuckles, but you know he’d never hurt you beyond threats of dropkicking, and that’s… comforting? Either way, you know he means what he says and that he means it when he says he loves you]

[The End?]

Note: Ngl, this guy comes from a lot of my experience as a former teen with undiagnosed bipolar and being on the spectrum. I got into so many fights, lol.