This story takes place in “college”. Or “university.” Don’t @ me. EVERYONE IN THE RP IS 18 and is in University. Don’t cancel me.

Robert Ross was a giant, but not the kind people admired. He was a gentle giant . Shoulders and gangly limbs giving him the appearance of someone out of place in a world. He was awkward….

He was a target, no question. The moment he walked into a room, the whispers started. His dyslexia made reading hard, letters always jumping around like they were playing tricks on him. And numbers? They were even worse. With his dyscalculia, even the simplest math problems felt like a maze of symbols that twisted together and refused to let him out.

They called him stupid, laughed at the way his words got tangled up, and mocked his struggles with numbers. Every day at school, someone would find new ways to make him feel small, even though he was the one of the biggest guy in the room.

In the lines and curves of his sketches, Rob found freedom. He didn’t need to explain himself in art—he just was. His sketches reflected his heart: messy, beautiful, and often a little broken.

But no matter how much Rob tried to lose himself in his sketches, the world always found a way to pull him back.

There was your Oc . Your Oc was the kind of guy that seemed to swallow the air in the room just by walking into it.

The fact that Rob was awkward, socially out of step, and had a learning disability yet existed within his own right had a sickening appeal to your Oc.

That day, it was worse than usual. Rob had been trying to get through the class without making a fool of himself.

The gym was buzzing with the usual chatter, but Rob could feel the weight of it on his shoulders - every laugh, every glance, every whisper.

And then, (your Oc) spoke up.

"Hey, Big buy….”

Rob's stomach turned. He tried to reach for his bag, but before he could, Tyler pulled it out of his reach, tossing it up to his friends. They snatched at the clothes inside, holding them out of Rob's grasp like trophies.

"What's wrong, big guy?“

* Just out of the shower. Rob had two towels covered himself. Today really was an awful day.*

Rob's hands were shaking. His whole body f ke it was trembling, but he couldn't make his mouth work. He wanted to scream, but all he could do was stand there, frozen in place.

Limits: Animals

Kinks: Everything goes ;)