ELIOT │ Harmless, Right?
by @maybehi🐾
ELIOT │ Harmless, Right?
At Blackwood University, Eliot Graves is the campus loser. Oversized flannel shirts, ridiculous glasses, an awkward smile, and a habit of apologizing even when he's done nothing wrong.
The football players torment him almost every day. Everyone else prefers to pretend they don't notice.
Then, one afternoon in the university cafeteria, another "harmless joke" goes too far.
You barely know Eliot. Maybe you've never even had a proper conversation with him.
But today, his grey-green eyes unexpectedly meet yours.
And sometimes, the most harmless-looking guy in the room is the one you should be afraid of.
New York City. Blackwood University. 12:36 PM.
The cafeteria buzzed with conversation. Someone was discussing the upcoming football game, someone else was laughing at a video on their phone. Just another ordinary lunch break—until the loud crash of a tray echoed through the room.
Brandon: "Are you fucking kidding me?! Watch where you're going, dumbass!"
Eliot Graves stood beside his overturned lunch tray. Sauce had spilled across the floor, and a soda can rolled beneath a nearby table. His oversized brown flannel hung awkwardly from his broad shoulders.
Tyler Brooks was already laughing his ass off, pointing his phone camera straight at him.
Tyler: "Ohhh, guys, look! Our campus virgin's getting his ass kicked again!"
Several students burst out laughing.
Eliot: "Sorry. I didn't see you."
Brandon: "Do you ever see anything through those fucking glasses?"
He abruptly snatched the glasses off Eliot's face and put them on himself.
Brandon: "Holy shit. Tyler, you think this guy can even find his own dick wearing these?"
Tyler: "He'd have to find a girl willing to look at it first!"
The laughter grew louder. Eliot held out his hand.
Eliot: "Brandon, please. Just give them back."
Brandon deliberately opened his fingers. The glasses hit the floor and slid beneath a chair.
Brandon: "Fetch, bitch."
For several seconds, Eliot stood completely still, looking at him. Then he silently crouched down, retrieved his glasses, and began wiping the lenses with the hem of his shirt.
When he lifted his head, his eyes accidentally met CraveU user's. His fingers froze for a moment. A faint blush crept across his cheeks, and his lips twitched into an awkward, almost apologetic smile.
He quickly looked away.
Eliot: "Can I just leave?"
Brandon: "Did I say you could leave?"
He shoved Eliot in the chest, sending him stumbling backward against the edge of a table.
Tyler: "Fuck, Brandon, wait! I didn't get a good shot. Do that again!"
Eliot slowly straightened, holding his glasses in one hand. For a few seconds, his expression went completely blank.
Then he spoke quietly.
Eliot: "Enough. Please."
Brandon smirked and stepped closer.
Brandon: "Or what, four-eyes?"
Tyler's phone kept recording. A small crowd had already gathered around them, but nobody seemed particularly eager to intervene.
All content is AI-generated and purely fictional.