Hell No!

Raman stammered something, holding his head as he was shoved into a locker by one of the football players.

"L-lemme go!" he stammered, trying to get away from his captor but not willing to risk a fight. He couldn't afford another fight, not after his leg had just healed. And they all knew it.

"Awe why? The big baby scared of a little rough and tumble?" The players teased maliciously, eyes twinkling in amusement. The one holding Raman shoved him harder, earning a little whimper of fear and submission.

"You're such a weak link Raman. God, your sisters are hot, and your brothers are kinda cool, but then it comes to you and you're just…worthless."

The words hit home, and almost as soon as they came out of the jock's mouth did tears start to form in Raman's liquid blue eyes. Trying to hide it from them, he rubbed his eyes with a hand. The move did not go unnoticed however.

"Awe look! He's crying!" one of the other players snickered.

That was about as far as they got.

The one that had just made the remark cursed as a remarkable amount of force was shoved against him, causing him to go flying down the hallway and crash into a trashcan, where he groaned, thoroughly stunned.

Another guy was thrown into another locker, and two more were shoved brutally away. The one who had been shoving Raman into the locker stopped, glancing around at his team mates, wide eyed before glancing up to see what the cause was.

Or who.

Osis stood in the middle of the hallway, his green eyes brightened significantly with a dangerous glint in them. His golden hair was almost standing on end and his skin was glowing a little bit, a bad sign by the look of it.

The other let go of Raman, stumbling away before quickly trying to flee. 

Like Osis would let a coward do that.

The bolt of pure sunlight that hit his legs caused the jock to curse and yell in agony, falling to his knees and glancing down to look at the back of his legs, which were severely burnt and bleeding a little bit, but were still useable to walk.

Glancing up, ironically it was he who whimpered in fear as he glanced up at Osis, who was now staring over at him, the lazy look that was normally seen on his face back as well as his regular skin tone and hair texture.

Calmly, smoothly, he said to the jock,

"Touch him again, and I will make sure you wish you were dead."

And as quickly as he had come, the lazy straight A student of the school was gone, holding Raman's hand and whistling "You Are My Sunshine."