he is tiny - and there is no way to hide that. his small stature and thin frame make his mother giggle with worry that he’ll be blown away in the wind, make her joke about him having to eat extra so that he could get some meat on his bones. those were worries and jokes that he was okay with though, because they were known to be just jokes and he was quite aware that his mother says those things without maliciousness and if he ever mentioned that at one point it hurt his feelings ( which from her lips it does not ) then she would gladly refrain from mentioning his height or his body size ever again.
spat from the mouth’s of the brutes who tormented during lunch time however, he found that it was their maliciousness that would create real worry about his size if his mother were to find out. with no real muscle to give him the strength to defend himself from them ( he’s sure that most easily doubled his mass ) he has found himself being brought to the verge of tears whenever he has to cross their path and for the sake of keeping some of his dignity afterward he will storm out of the lunch area and try not to blatantly eat the remainder of his lunch in a bathroom stall which is really disgusting and causing him to eat sporadically during the day rather than shove a sandwich into his mouth while sobbing and plugging his nose. but even with that, he was really starting to miss eating at noon.
“ leave me alone! “ he is tripped on his way to retrieve a napkin that he can take back to the bathroom hideaway and his voice squeaks, not aiding him in resisting their ridicule but rather fueling their flame. at this point though, it was almost routine for that to occur sometime during the football player’s show.
