Hercules POV

"Well there goes big old pants maker, and his little mute slut." And irritating voice booms behind me and (Y/N). Turning around in fury, I see that little bitch, Charles Lee, and his sidekick, Samuel Seabury.

(Y/N) retreated behind me in fear. We've been friends for a long time, and she's been mute for the majority of it. Back then, she used to talk for hours. That is... until Charles and Samuel happened. Bullied her to being mute, but that's not all. Depression got to her, after the death of her father and her mother leaving. These dimwits don't understand how to back off.

"What did you say to me, skank?" I growled in response. They laughed. "The only skanks we see here is little miss shut mouthed and big mouth, right in front of us." Charles sneered, with Samuel laughing along.

Charles pushed me aside, and standing right in front of my friend. "Back off of her, Charles." I spat, venom lacing my words as he lifted her head up with his crusty hands (Credit to one of my friends from saying crusty so many ttttiiiiimmmmeeesss!).

(Y/N) slightly whimpered, causing me to get infuriated. I shoved the asshat away from her, taking a protective stance in front of (Y/N).

"Whatcha gonna do about it, dick? You gonna sew some pants?"
"Very funny! I'm not going to do that... instead, I'm gonna sew your mouth shut!"

Samuel stuck his hands up in defence and chuckled. "I bet you the only thing he has for a brain is a sewing kit!" Charles draped and arm over his buddy and playfully.

I was clenching my first, ready to punch this doofus. (Y/N) must have noticed because she grabbed my arm. Surprisingly, she stood in front of me, a deadly look on her face.

Then she did something unforgettable.

She lifted her middle finger up, and growled, before taking my hand and dragging me away. Laughing, I stick my middle finger up as well, yelling "KISS MY ASS!" Before keeping up the pace beside (Y/N).

Once we got far away from those dicks, she sighed and gave me a look of relief. Chuckling, I ruffle her hair. "Your quite the friend (Y/N)."

(Y/N) POV

"You're quite the friend (Y/N)" He says, while ruffling my hair. My heart sank a bit when he said friend. I have to admit, I've grown some feelings for this Irish man...

But I can only ever just be a good friend. He's the one that gave me a purpose to wake up in the morning, and actually put some food inside my stomach. Without him, I'd probably be broken from Charles and his minion. I am broken though, but repairable.

He kissed me on the forehead and gave me a cheeky grin. "See ya later, (Y/N)! I love ya! Platonically though." Hercules said, before taking his leave.

I gave him a forced smile.

friend...

Sorry that was short! I was desperate to get something out ;-;
Have a good day!