Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters mentioned. They belong to Fullmetal Alchemist. This kinda came to mind from one of the FMA ovas.
Fresh to the training academy, eighteen year old Jean Havoc didn't have a clue what was going on. Actually, he didn't have a clue about a lot of things. The country boy wasn't the brightest person on the planet, but he wanted to prove something to his country folks.
But first he needed friends. Being the new kid on campus wasn't exactly a walk in the park and he learned it quickly when two older classmen cornered him after afternoon classes.
The taller one smirked down on him, scanning over the young man. "Who would have figured the academy would take in such a weakling. Heard you're not that smart, huh?"
Havoc pressed his lips together and frowned. No way was he going to say anything they could turn against him. The shorter and bucked toothed one took a step closer and inhaled the faint scent of tobacco within Jean's academy clothes. "He's a smoker, too. Tryin' to be cool by smokin'?"
"Dumbo and a smoker. Now that's the sign of country trash if I've ever seen one." The older one grabbed the front of Jean's shirt and hoisted him up. "How about you say something?"
Jean winced at the stench of body odor and turned his head away, ultimately pissing the older teen off. "Do I disgust you, boy?" He shoved young Havoc against the wall and released his hold, causing him to fall onto his backside. "I asked do I disgust you?"
Frowning, he opened his mouth and muttered, "Yes, you actually do." A swift punch to his jaw stunned him for a moment.
"Hey! Leave him alone!"
Opening his eyes slowly, Jean saw someone standing near the dumpster. The shadowed person looked rather round and shorter than himself. Great. My hero's a short fat man. My so screwed now.
"Get lost, Breda. This doesn't concern you." Buck toothed student snapped, giving Jean a swift kick to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
The one called Breda stepped closer and shoved them both aside. "I said leave him alone."
Jean cracked one eye open and noticed the man was blocking him from the bullies' view. "H-hey. I'm not worth getting your ass kicked, too, you know."
The taller one lunged forward and barely missed his two targets, collapsing to the dirty ground in a heap. "Get back here!"
Buck-toothed grabbed Havoc's belt loop and pulled him back, pinning him to the ground. "We didn't say you could leave yet. Gotta teach the underclassmen a lesson when they rudely talk back." He raised his fist and let out a cry, falling over and grasping his hand. "Breda! Damn you!"
Jean turned his head to see Breda holding up his firearm, his glare burning down on the two bullies. "C'mon, man. Use your weapon." Havoc reached around and pulled it from its holster. "Yes, that one."
Hearing an angry yell from behind him, Havoc whipped around and fired one shot at the taller student, barely missing his head when the bullet hit the wall. "Next shot won't miss, either."
Both students glared at the armed students and took off, buck-toothed one continuing to grasp his hand.
"You okay?" Breda walked over and offered a hand to help Jean up. "Those guys are jerks. Been pulling crap like that all week on freshmen."
Jean straightened his academy shirt and brushed the dirt from his pants. "They already get you or something?"
"Yes and no. First time they tried, I threatened them." He waved his firearm with a grin and holstered it. "Name's Haymens Breda. You?"
"Jean Havoc. Thanks for that."
The shorter man waved away the thanks with a smile. "Don't worry about it. I saved your ass. Next time, you can save mine." He started walking away and looked over his shoulder, seeing Jean standing there. "Well, come on. Do you want lunch or not?"
Havoc grinned and sprinted to catch up with his new friend, glad to finally have lunch with someone decent.
End.