WARNING: Slurs

[M/N] goes along with his day without much trouble beside some "jocks" were trying to cause trouble during his third class. Nothing too serious but they mocked the way he dressed, his shoes and his phone too. Not his fault that this is his first personal phone ever and picked the most "teenage" looking cover. He didn't know Naruto was bad, at least a lot better than some average football team ever. Regardless he ignored them as he walked through the hallway in search of his fourth class when a scent caught his nose, and deeply inhaled. His tongue running along his teeth as he walked after it, between blinks it appeared.

His genetic system fuck to the max and lead him to mutations of his wolf chemistry. Between superhuman and ability to change, he could also "see" scents. Between the soft scents of chocolate chip cookies and warm milk, the scent was also a dark red. It was luring him away and [M/N] follows like an obedient dog before it twists and curls around against some lockers before leading him to a closed door. His hand grasped the handle and pushed it open, and the smell was there alright, leading him to the sight of some of the assholes from early ago.

They tower over another student, short blonde hair with fair skin, scar running over his milky blue eye and the other baby blue hue. His sweater was grabbed and tugged up in the air as the student had his hands on the jock's wrist. The Jocks turn towards [M/N] with wide eyes before cooling down briefly, "What the fuck? Dude, we're handling personal business." The Jock holding the student tightly.

"I can see that," [M/N] said looking to the two then to the two other Jock's in the room, "But really? It's like...12 right now."

"So?" The Jock sneered, "I don't care if it's one in the morning, This Faggot was suppose to bring our homework."

"Aw geez fellas," The Student said as he glanced around the three and [M/N], "I told you that I couldn't do that no more. I got caught last time and my dad grounded me for a whole month without my phone. I couldn't do it again!"

"You heard him," [M/N] pointed out lazily as he closed the door behind him and dropped his things on the desk in front of him. He could totally take them but he wanted to be civil first. "He couldn't do the shit you wanted him to do so buzz off."

"Stay out of this man," One of the Jocks said as they glanced over to him quickly, "This ain't business for new kids, the new meat stay in their lane." The warning bell rings and [M/N] mentally signs that he would be late to his class.

"I'll be okay!" The blonde managed out with a kind but shaky smile on his lips as [M/N] looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "I swear." The scent circles around the blonde and [M/N] toyed with the idea of leaving but then the Jock that hadn't spoken up moved towards [M/N] and grabbed his chin roughly between his sweaty hands. He cringed and the Jock laughed cruelly.

"Unless you want to jerk him around too," He said and [M/N] felt a growl beginning to rise up, "Haha, Faggots Jerking."

"Dude, that's gay." The Jock holding the blonde said.

Fuck this shit

"Nah," [M/N] said as he gripped the Jock's forearms, "But this is." Without much warning or time, he ducks his down and shoots straight up. [M/N]'s head knocked into the Jock's Chin and a muffled groan of pain as the football player removed himself. [M/N] looked at the other two as the one not holding the blonde rushed forwards with his fist raised as [M/N] grabbed the moaning asshole. He shoved them together and the two groaned before [M/N] pivots and kicked the two into the chairs.

They stumbled to get up but both were in pain, as [M/N] walked forwards to the one holding the blonde. He let go and attempted to kick [M/N] but Van Helsing grabbed his foot and yanked him closer. He dropped his foot and grasped the incoming punch with ease. [M/N] held his wrist in his iron grip and the football player cried out, falling to his knees as [M/N] kept applying pressure to the student's wrist longer, really twisting it. Another twist and it could break.

Not that he cared.

"Wait! Let me go!" The Jock whines and withers under [M/N]'s wraith and grip on his wrist. "My girlfriend likes my hand and I need it for college!"

"Ew, I should break it because you said that," [M/N] shivers a bit before glancing at the blonde who watched while sliding down a bit to grab his dark bag. "You good?"

"Y-Yeah...but you don't need to break his bone or anythin'" He said as [M/N] whistled a bit while glancing at the arm. "I swear on it. Besides, the other jerks might find out and wail on you."

"I can handle them," [M/N] said as he released the wrist but yanked the Jock towards his friends and the painful thunk of his head connecting with another. They flopped into a pile as [M/N] looked at the blonde. "Are you sure you're good?"

"I'm just peachy." He breathes as the bell rings and the classes have started and [M/N] sighs before collecting his books in the front and walking to the door. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience..."

"Nah, besides I probably would've felt bad about not helping." [M/N] says with a shrug, "I'm [M/N] by the way."

"I'm Butters, Uh...I could walk you to the next class?" Butters offered as [M/N] shrugs and the blonde took it as a yes. [M/N] shows his schedule and Butter's lips form a smile, "That's my class too! Mr.Garrison loves gossiping in math."

Why do I feel like this is wrong? Like he looks the clingy type too.

[M/N] takes the schedule and into the textbook hardcover it went as Butter looped their arms and held in a nice tight grip.

What's with people holding on to me?

He sighs as Butters walks them back to the main hallway, and talks about something that [M/N] didn't know. Butters was all smiles and [M/N] didn't like it, didn't like the way he smiled and how he could brush off the Jocks messing with him. Does he have no backbone? Was this an everyday occurrence?

This guy was so pathetic and it made [M/N] almost feel bad. Once this case was over then the blonde was going to be alone again at the hands of the bullies.

"What are you two bastards doing?" A man's voice spoke up and [M/N] stopped his inner conversation and noticed that they were in the math class. The balding older man was looking at them with an annoyed frown on his lips and chalk piece in hand, "Are you deaf or retarted?"

"None?" [M/N] speaks up and Mr.Garrison gives a look to him then his gaze to Butters. "Butters was showing me to the class because I got lost."

"Mhm, whatever," Mr.Garrison said as he waved them off and turned back to the board. Butters sighs before leading [M/N] to his desk and nodding to the one on his left. Annie had gone missing at the beginning of the year so her desk was free. [M/N] sits and pulls out his textbook and notebook, pencil in hand as Butters did the same.

His eyes glanced at the male every few seconds as Mr.Garrison did fractions and talked about some gossip about celebrities. Mostly about this new fashion icon appearing everywhere.

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The bell rang and he left, heading to the cafeteria where he forgot where it was but followed the scent of different food. His steps came close to the dark open doors as many students entered, some with lunchboxes and fast-food bags in tow.

The cafeteria was flooded with kids sitting around, standing, some doing some sort of both near the other exit doors. [M/N]'s stomach grumbled a bit as he walked into line as he opened his wallet, pulling out the food card that Principal Woman had sent through the mail.

"Hey buddy!" A voice chirps as [M/N] mentally sighs as he recognizes the scent and glances to see Butters smiling while opening his own wallet, "You practically ran out the room when the bell rang. I wanted to invite you to eat with me."

"Sure, not like I had anywhere planned." [M/N] says as he walked into line as the different smells made his nose itch as they entered his "system" and the "system" was storing these smells for a later date and if one of the students was the freak of nature tearing into humans. Easy to track and easy to find without the trouble of scooby-dooing it out for scents and following any victim or possible murder or murder weapon.

[M/N] grabbed the dark green tray as his eyes scanned up and down the food line up. Nothing really made him crave but he grabbed cheese pizza, some possibly cold French fries and a small salad along with a glance at the desserts laid out there.

Chocolate pudding or lemon cheesecake?

Would chocolate pudding kill me? I mean I'm not a dog but a wolf is the great ancestor of dogs. Maybe I should call Maria? I mean it is technically an important question and I'm not really bothering her in the middle of the day either...nuns only pray, kneel, eat and shit then sleep..but then again what if Opal has her phone again? Then she damns me to hell about taking an ounce of pleasure of eating pudd-

"Oh! Chocolate pudding!" Butters exclaimed happily as he scooted his tray beside {M/N]'s and his blue eyes glancing eagerly at his friend's choice, but he also seemed very conflicted, "What's wrong? Never had either?"

"The cheesecake yes, chocolate no." He replied as Butters hummed as he moved his hands and gently placed down the desert on their trays. He had the chocolate pudding and [M/N] had the cheesecake on his.

"What are you doing?"

"Easy suggestion? You take the dessert you like and I can take the pudding then we both share it at the table. If you don't like it then you wouldn't have to worry about wasting it." Butters explains as [M/N] nodded his head in agreement. It is a sound idea but also the possibility of shitting himself in the bathroom for eating it or dying right in the cafeteria too.

They slide their trays towards the worker who adds up everything then paying. [M/N] first then Butters but his card kept beeping then declining the first three times.

"There's no funds, stop using the damn card." The worker huffed as Butters smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry..I thought my dad unfrozen my money on the card from the last time I got grounded." He apologized before flinching when a hand brushed his cheek and he leaned back. His eyes watched [M/N] place a twenty-dollar bill on the worker's counter top.

"That handles that, let's go."

"Huh? O-Oh sure." Butters says as he smiles to himself, the tiny bit of kindness made his stomach do turns and bubbles. It felt weird and even weirder as people watched them, their focus on the new kid but himself too, almost envious of this moment. He smiled confidently and pretended it was a kind one, a fake one that made them even madder and jealous than they already were.

Soon they made contact with the table at the back near the windows and second exit. The two sat down and silent between eating, [M/N] actually enjoying the food too but eyeing the chocolate pudding once the pizza was gone.

"Who's the fag sitting next to Butters?" Cartman asked, noticing Kyle's gaze towards the back and noticed Butters was sitting beside a new guy. "Hello? Earth to Kahl?"

"Shut up." Kyle responded as he chews on his salad in front of him, "he's the new kid, pretty chill and pretty cool, I guess? He's honestly pretty quiet."

"Oh, some fag I guess, at least he isn't into Otaku shit like the Asian girls. I think. .There's way too many of those..." Cartman says with a scowl.

"You're just jealous that the Asian girls don't draw you~" Kenny grins as Cartman's face turns a bit red, "You're not even hot enough to be a bear or an eater."

"Shut up Kinny!" Cartman snapped, "Before I punch your ass!"

"What time sweet-stuff?"

"Fag!" Cartman roars while flinging his plastic spoon at Kenny's head.

Stan watched them before glancing at his friend, "didn't think he would make friends with Butters..." He admitted and shrugs, "better then Craig's asshole."

Kyle nods his head, "yeah...he seems pretty cool...super intelligent and did cheerleading too."

"Heh, such a faggy loser." Cartman halts his little battle with Kenny when he hears that part. "Think he wears pads too? Be it lime scented too."

"Says the one who had his dick in his mouth and had Butter's dick in his."

"Nu-huh! Where's the proof Kyle?" Cartman hissed, "Don't slut shame butters dude."