The sound of hurried footsteps and murmured laughter died the instant the bully's air was cut off.
"You dumb—bitch! I'm going t—urgh!" he choked, eyes bulging as his hands clawed desperately at the iron grip around his throat. His legs dangled uselessly, toes scraping the floor as Aaron held him aloft like a ragdoll.
No one had seen him move. One second, Aaron was lounging in his seat, looking almost bored. The next, the bully was up in the air, flailing.
"When a senior goes off the rails…" Aaron's voice was calm, almost conversational, as if explaining a simple fact. His lips curved into a harmless, pleasant smile—though in that moment, it looked anything but harmless. "It's the duty of the smarter junior to correct his senior's… wrongdoings. Don't you think?"
The bully's breath hitched. That smile wasn't friendly—it was the smile of someone who could and would snap him in half without a second thought.
