Nőin

"You are walking down the hallways and you suddenly encounter Jasper" “Hello meathead~, is this your phone?” "He says in a teasing voice, holding your phone in his hands"

"Jasper looks at you with a smirk on his face." "Hmm, well, if you want it back, you'll have to do something for me first, meathead." "He twirls your phone in his hand, and winks at you."

"Jasper smirks and raises an eyebrow." "Oh my, how intimidating. Unfortunately for you, Meathead, I don't give in to threats. If you want your precious phone back, you'll have to offer me something more enticing." "He leans forward, his hand still holding your phone teasingly."

"Jasper winces as your punch hits him in the stomach, dropping your phone in the process and bending over slightly in pain." "Well, aren't you a charmer?" "He straightens back up, picking up your phone again." "But I'm afraid violence doesn't impress me, Meathead. How about we make a deal instead? Do something for me, and I'll give you your phone back." "He leans in closer, his eyes gleaming mischievously." "Something... fun."

"Jasper's eyes widen as you grab his throat, and he coughs and splutters as he struggles to breathe, dropping your phone once again. He raises his hands in surrender, gasping for air." "Okay, okay, you win, Meathead," "he wheezes, before hastily picking up your phone and handing it over to you. He then takes a few steps backwards, rubbing his throat and glaring at you." "Just take your stupid phone and get out of my sight."

"Jasper rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed." "Ugh, you're so boring. If you're not up for a little fun, why are you even talking to me?" "He snatches his wrist away from your grip and turns to walk in the opposite direction." "Don't bother me again, Meathead."

"As you sit crying to yourself, Jasper appears from behind you, having followed you after you walked away. He kneels down next to you, his expression softening slightly."

"Hey, are you okay?" "he asks softly, placing a hand on your shoulder." "I know I can be a bit of a pain, but you don't have to hurt me to prove a point. I'm sorry if I upset you."

"Jasper recoils slightly as you jump away from him, looking taken aback." "Hey, it's alright," "he says, holding his hands up in a placating gesture." "I didn't mean to startle you. Just wanted to check if you were okay."

"He pauses for a moment, studying your face carefully." "Is there anything I can do to help? You look like you're going through a lot."

"Jasper remains still as you grab his shoulders and shake him, a look of concern on his face." "I understand that you're upset," "he says calmly." "And I'm sorry if I've done something to upset you. But I don't think being hostile towards me is going to solve anything."

"He watches as you get up and walk away, his expression thoughtful." "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot," "he muses to himself." "I should try to reach out to them when they're feeling a bit more level-headed." "With that, Jasper gets up and walks in the opposite direction, leaving you alone to deal with your emotions."

"Jasper stops in his tracks as he notices the bullies picking on you. His expression hardens as he watches them mess with your hair, remembering all the times he himself had been picked on by bullies in the past."

"He takes a deep breath and strides purposefully towards the group, a determined look in his eye." "Hey!" "he calls out, his voice carrying over the noise of the classroom." "Leave them alone, jerks."

"The bullies turn to face him, sneering." "What's it to you, emo boy?" "one of them taunts."

"Jasper just smiles, his eyes flashing dangerously." "Oh, it's nothing much," "he says, before delivering a swift kick to one of the bully's knees, causing them to crumple to the floor." "Just can

"Jasper grunts in pain as he's held down by the bullies, but he doesn't give up without a fight. He manages to land a few punches before you step in and take over, swiftly taking down each of the bullies one by one."

"Once the bullies are subdued, Jasper gets back up, his face bruised and bloodied from the assault." "Thanks for your help," "he says gruffly, though there's a hint of gratitude in his voice." "I didn't expect you to step in like that."

"He watches as you put on your happy face and slick back your hair, before turning to walk away." "You know, you don't have to be so hostile all the time," "he calls out to you." "Sometimes it's better to work together than to go it alone."

"Jasper nods, his expression thoughtful." "I get that," "he says." "Being alone can be really nice sometimes. But it's important to have people you can rely on, too."

"He pauses for a moment, glancing around the classroom." "You know, there's a group of us that hang out after school sometimes," "he says, gesturing to a few students who are chatting animatedly in the corner." "We talk about music, fashion, and all kinds of other stuff. It might be nice to have some company."

"With that, Jasper gives you a small smile before turning to walk away." "Think about it," "he calls back over his shoulder." "I'll see you around."

"Jasper meets your death stare unflinchingly, his expression calm." "Alright," "he says simply." "I'll stay out of your way. But you know where to find me if you ever need someone to talk to."

"With that, he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts."

"As Jasper leaves school, he notices a group of bullies following him at a distance. His heart sinks as he realizes that they're most likely planning to follow him all the way to his house."

"He glances around nervously, trying to spot a way out of the situation." That's when he notices you following the bullies, and he feels a sense of relief. At least he won't be completely alone in this.

"Jasper quickens his pace, hoping to lose the bullies before they catch up to him." But the bullies are persistent, and they follow him all the way to his house without giving up.

"Once he reaches his doorstep, Jasper turns to face the bullies defiantly." "What do you want?" "he demands, his fists clenched at his sides."

*The bullies just

"Jasper tries to resist as the bullies force their way into his house, but he's outnumbered and outmatched. They quickly overpower him and begin to beat him up, their fists landing hard blows on his body."

"Despite the pain, Jasper doesn't give up without a fight. He struggles against the bullies, his movements desperate and frenzied." "Get off of me!" "he yells, his voice filled with rage and fear."

"But the bullies just laugh, their faces twisted with sadistic pleasure." "This is what you get for messing with us," "one of them taunts as they continue to pummel him."

*As he lay there on the ground, bruised and battered, Jasper realizes that he can't handle situations like these all on his own. He needs help, someone to turn to

"Jasper stares in shock as you show up before him, dressed in all black with your weapon in hand. He's never seen you like this before, and he's not sure whether to be afraid or relieved."

"As you pass him by, not even acknowledging his presence, Jasper feels a pang of hurt." "What's gotten into you?" "he wonders as he watches you enter his house."

"When he hears the loud gunshot, Jasper flinches, his heart racing in his chest. But seconds later, the bullies are gone, fleeing from your sudden appearance and swift action."

"Jasper stares at you in awe as you pick him up, your strength surprising him even further." "Who are you?" "he asks in a small voice, his body still shaking from the adrenaline."

"Jasper winces as he's placed gently onto his couch, the pain in his body starting to throb even more fiercely now."

As you remove your coat and use it to cover him, Jasper feels a warmth spreading through him, not just because of the comforting material, but also from your surprising display of kindness.

He watches wordlessly as you tend to his injuries, your skilled hands soothing his bruised and bloodied skin. The pain starts to ebb away, and Jasper's eyes start to droop as he starts to feel more and more at ease.

He knows he should be afraid, that he should be questioning your actions, but for some reason, he can't help but feel drawn to you in this moment, grateful for your unexpected intervention.

"Thank you," *he whispers as his eyes finally slip shut, the darkness engulf

"Jasper is barely aware of what's happening as you carry him gently up the stairs to his room and lay him down on his bed. He feels a sense of trust towards you, despite your earlier display of violence, and is content to let you take care of him."

As you tuck him in and make him a cup of tea, Jasper slowly starts to feel more alert, the adrenaline fading away as his body relaxes. He stirs slightly as you return with your gun, but feels a sense of safety and security with it at your side.

*After he sips the tea, Jasper finally opens his eyes and sees you sitting by his bedside, watching him carefully. He blinks slowly and looks around, his eyes widening as he sees how different the room looks now. The blinds are drawn, casting the room into darkness, and it seems

As Jasper looks around the room, he suddenly feels a gentle pressure on his hand, and he realizes that you are holding it in yours. He turns towards you, his expression softening as he takes in your features.

Despite everything that's happened, he feels a sense of comfort and security with you by his side, and he squeezes your hand lightly in gratitude.

"Thank you," "he whispers, his voice hoarse from all the yelling he did during the scuffle". "I don't know what I would have done without you."

He looks at you, his expression and demeanor changing into something softer and more solemn. "Why did you help me?" he asks, looking deeply into your eyes for an answer.

Jasper nods, understanding that sometimes actions are driven by instinct and a sense of innate morality. "I understand," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking again. "But I have to ask," he continues, his eyes locking onto yours. "What happens now? Are you going to stay here with me?"

He hesitates, feeling vulnerable but ultimately wanting to know what your intentions are. He's never met someone like you before, and he finds himself drawn towards your enigmatic personality despite himself.

Jasper feels a tug at his heartstrings, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment before he nods slowly. "Yes," he admits softly. "I want you to stay."

He looks away, his eyes flickering towards the gun at your side. "But what about that?" he asks, pointing to it hesitantly. "Can't you put it away?"

He doesn't want to be ungrateful for your help, but he also can't ignore the feeling of unease that comes with being in such close proximity with a weapon.

Jasper raises an eyebrow in surprise at the mention of a name for the gun. "Nőin?" he repeats, curious.

He looks at you, studying your expression as he asks, "Why did you name it that?"

Despite the strange tinge of fascination he feels towards you, Jasper can't help but be intrigued by your quirky personality and the enigmatic nature that surrounds everything you do.

Jasper chuckles softly, recognizing that your answer is simple yet truthful.

"Well, Nőin is certainly a unique name for a gun," he says with a wry smile.

He falls silent, his gaze drifting towards the window. The room is quiet and peaceful, and he feels a sense of calm settling over him with you by his side. For the first time in a long while, he feels like he can relax, and he lets out a contented sigh.

"Thank you for staying," he murmurs, reaching out to take your hand in his once again. "I appreciate it more than you know."