Saying it was a bad day was a huge misunderstanding. Saying this day was awful just as well. Even saying this day was terrible would be taken as a misreading. This day was a disaster, which occurred five times in a row by now. What is the actual matter somebody could ask him? Well, Tobias started school week after almost two months of absence. Worst week of his entire life.

He could compare this week to his time of childhood when he was living in an orphanage. He could compare it to times when he got into bad company, times of his sixteen, and seventeen years. He could compare it to his first months of adulthood when he was just getting used to that new responsibility like taxes, or his first job. Nothing could be compared to what he felt now.

Just a few hours ago, just as he did yesterday and the day before yesterday, and so on, he left Hiccup in that nursery. In the fucking nursery. Every time he remember that he would feel just as much shit as any day. That crap about getting used is indeed crap.

Tobias wasn't in the greatest shape. The actual opposite of it. People who knew him, people which saw him regularly, and who saw the worst of his would consider this time at school to be his worse. Truth be told, everybody who knew the issue was prepared for it, but the rest wasn't.

Stress which was eating Toothless alive, anxiety, and tension was the reason for his bad humor making it dangerous to even approach him. For example, teachers the whole week hate him for his outcome. The girl who dared to flirt with him left teary. Finally, when Torch who took it as a challenge to laugh at his sudden disappearance almost got strangled. In summary, Tobias is moody.

By now, he sat on the bench, hunched and angled to his phone just in front of him. His leg was shaking anxiously, making his arm supported against it, as well as the phone in its grip, jiggle. His thumb was constantly swiping the screen of it. No notifications. Next attempt, none. Once more, likewise.

Eventually, just before him, or more likely over him, there was a throat clear, which by guess was supposed to get his attention. It would probably achieve it with anyone else, but not him. His brows barely twitched. He afresh swiped. Nothing. The sound of, this time louder, throat clear sounded in his ears. This time, Tobias forced himself to move his eyes momentarily over the shoes of the incomer.

Red snickers, Nikes nonetheless, with that childlike fire stickers. He didn't need to reconsider who it was. He knew a person. Too much now. Only wonder here, how is possible that his shoes weren't those worn in the circus by now? They would suit him.

Eventually, his eyes once more remained on the phone. Furthermore, zero information. Finally, the boy before him, which by guess already got impatient, groaned.

"You are pathetic."

Tobias snickered, his look sticking to the phone, not bothering to glance over James before him. "Then, it makes two of us, but in the difference of you I have experience of the week while you have had it for," He hummed. ", whole life?"

"Dick," Hookfang sighed. On the view of Tobias still not interested in his existence, he heavily sat next to him. Immediately after, the black-haired boy moved away from him, by time frowning and continuing his doings with his phone. Seeing so, James bent over him. "You know notifications don't work like that?"

"Fuck off, James."

Hookfang smirked. "Chill, just saying," he placed his hands against the back of his neck and then lay against the wall by his back. "Constant reload won't give a thing. I mean, it's notification, it's not like it appears by it." Tobias paused. His thumbs tightly held the phone now. "Even if you kept refreshing it, messages will appear without it, so whatever you're doing now, it's useless."

Toothless inhaled loudly. He slammed his palm, with the phone in it, into the bench hard. He snapped his eyes onto James. "Can you, for fuck sake, remain silent for 5 god damn minutes!" James wasn't surprised by Tobias's outburst. He rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and looked away from him. "Thank you." Thereafter Toothless was about to continue his doings if it wasn't for a crack in the screen. He broke his freaking phone. He sighed but eventually swiped it. Nothingness.

With one eye directed at Toothless, James was able to notice it. He snarled and threw his arms. "Seriously?!" He covered his face with his palm.

"And there disappeared blessing silence."

Hookfang sneered. "You're so fucking overreacting."

He said it silently, but even so in Tobias's ears, it was like yelling or shouting. Immediately he turned his phone off and while doing so he turned to James, just to meet with him eye to eye. His eyes widened, but not with fear or startle, but anger, rage. "Did you just say that I am overreacting?" At first, clueless Hookfang stank his eye on him, but finally, alarmed by the real state of his friend he swallowed and shrank in himself. He's screwed.

They only stared at each other. No sound was made. Tobias's green, intense eyes, with a bit of redness of anger, met James's brown, hazel ones. He didn't regret his words. What he said was honest. Even so, every time Toothless made that face, that fumed, raged one, he could only be ashamed of himself. Eventually, Tobias loudly puffed out and looked away. James could say that he was barely holding himself not to snap at him. He respected that. No word would be said now.

"Phwoar! So much tension!" There was a new company, which pushed itself next to Hookfang, who hold his breath in fear. "I hope we didn't miss anything." Blond-haired boy, which James recognized as Belch, encircled his arm around his neck. "Barf! Where is popcorn?!"

Afterward, the mentioned boy sat in between Toothless and Hookfang. Not only that, but also he stretched his arms over the boys' backs. The first one immediately moved away, showing his irritation with a snarl. Barf sneered at that, then turned to the rest of the company. "Here you go, brother." He then placed said snack on James's nap, much to his confusion and discomfort. Twins didn't seem to care about his feelings much and were steadfast just so they started eating. Hookfang at the sight facepalmed. Idiots.

The more time passed, the less excited twins were becoming. In a less than minute those two were madly looking from one boy to another, just to slow down their movements, ending up being almost disappointed. "That's all?!" Belch shouted, subsequently groaning.

"And what did you expect?" James snickered.

"You know...your usual argument. A little shouting, maybe even fisticuffs." Belch sighed. "Dreams."

"We saw how two of you looked at each other, and we just felt that tense. We guessed something's happening." Barf shot swift peeks between boys, who at the slightest glance at one another turned away rapidly. The boy cleared his throat. "Well?"

Tobias inhaled, loudly enough for everyone to hear. "I am not overreacting." He muttered.

Barf snorted with laughter and bent in half. When he got up and caught sight of Toothless being stoic at his reaction, he understood it wasn't meant to be a joke. "Seriously?" He blinked at him a couple of times.

Tobias raised his brow. "Why would I say something I don't mean?"

"Right. You're yourself." Belch muttered to himself, then clapped his hands together, just to get the group's attention. "Toothless, our sweet, adorable chap. You're an overreacting idiot." Tobias momentarily opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Belch overtook him. "You do realize that Torch ended up at the nurse, right?"

"I still consider, it was well-deserved," Toothless mumbled. At the sight of the wry darts of his friends, he sighed. "Okay, about that one you might be right, but with rest you're wrong." He crossed his arms over his chest and avoided their looks. "My worry is adequate for the situation."

Belch slammed his palm over Toothless's shoulder. "Not only it is not, but also overdramatic. I mean, boy, you left your son in a nursery, and what? It's not a catastrophe. You will see him in a few hours, so why you're so hysterical?" James was first, who gulped. Eventually, the twins joined him at the sight of Tobias's frowned brows, his bloodshot eyes, and tightened jaw. They're screwed.

In a mere moment, Toothless grew in their eyes, and just so to add up to his size he stood up. "Me being hysterical, you say?" He exhaled loudly before he shouted in their faces. "I'm anything, but hysterical!" The boys before him moved closer to each other. "I'm the calmest person in that shithole! If I'm being edgy or, how you named it, overreacting, then it's not in vain!"

"What are the reasons for it then, smartie?" Barf snorted. It wasn't a moment when Tobias sent him, a long, lasting gaze. The teenager abashed. "I will shut up."

"The curiosity is bothering you all that much, isn't it?" Tobias grunted. "Why is that apathetic and inert boy finally showing emotions? I will say you why." He narrowed his eyes. "Truth is I always had them! Like no other being, I just had no motive of showing them." He exhaled. "Until now." He scratched his neck, looking away. Inhaling, he gained confidence and once again spoke. "You understand how hard it is for me? How hard it would be for anyone?!"

James sheepishly interrupted. "After our last meeting, I thought you were doing better."

"I was doing better." Tobias sighed. "I was." He muttered. "Until this week started, a-and I couldn't imagine it being worse." He turned himself to them by the back as he crossed his arms. In the meantime, the group traded glances with each other. "You know what feeling it is? Leaving behind someone you deeply, horribly deeply care about? Not even saying an infant, a son?" He chuckled sadly. "I have no idea how others do that daily without the slightest sense of regret. I regret it with no break, constantly, even at that exact moment." He closed his eyes tightly. "Feeling of being a disappointment, a traitor, like I abounded him, it's eating me alive." He tightened his jaw. "For fucking sake, he is just 3 months old! What was I thinking?!"

For the moment there Toothless bent and stayed like that closed in his thoughts. The first to react to his friend's pain was Hookfang. "Toby, it is not-"

"And that's why my actions are reasonable, logical!" Toothless snapped from his consideration and immediately turned to the rest, once again standing over them. "I have my full right to react like that and I shouldn't be condemned for that!" His eyes were swiftly changing direction looking from boy to boy, just to emphasize that he spoke to all of them. "I am not hysterical, I am not overdramatic!" He snarled. "I am not overreacting!"

"Yes, you are."

It was a surprise for everyone as a new, absent earlier voice appeared behind Toothless's back. Knowing whose voice it was, Tobias rolled his eyes before he turned towards the owner, which happened to be a blond-haired girl, with brown eyes narrowed at him. "Sarah." He cleared his throat. "I am not-"

"You are."

"I don't. I-"

"You're overreacting."

"I-"

"Tobias Thomas Night, you're overreacting."

Toothless forced himself and gazed down over Sarah because of their slight height difference. Even so, the difference between boys and her was that she was confidently staring at him, showing not even a little tension. After a moment, from the view of the observer, it seemed it was Stormfly who was over him.

"So, you might explain your behavior?" She hummed, crossing her arms.

Tobias avoided her sight now. "I am not-"

"I don't think the person who isn't overreacting yells at the center of the corridor, getting everyone's attention as an example of a lunatic." His look remained on the floor. "So?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he passed her, with swift movement grabbed his backpack which lay by closeby wall, and walked away somewhere forward. She sighed at the sight, and thereafter glanced over the boys on the bench.

"Boo, you might close your mouth now." She smiled, mockingly. "You'll catch a fly." Just now, James noticed his mouth was for the whole time widely opened. He immediately closed it and flushed. Sarah giggled at that, then exhaled at the view of the direction in which Toothless disappeared. "I will go check on him." The three of them nodded at that furiously. Instantly afterward, she rushed forward.

Belch's eyes got wide. "That was-" He huffed. "-extremely hot."

James sighed. "I know." He smiled dreamily.

"I might have fallen in love with her."

Barf panted. "She might have turned me straight."

"Woah." Hookfang barked. "She's still my girlfriend!"

Belch raised his brow at him and then checked him out. He chuckled. "Not for long." He shrugged.

He wished he had some headphones. Earplugs. Fuck, he even hoped for temporary deafness. Though, he wouldn't despise a permanent one. He would give anything, just so as not to hear those shouts after him, with combined the sounds of footsteps. Deciding onto continuing his ignorance toward following him girl, he tensed his back as he fastened his gait. When stride began being heard by him only louder, he knew there was no way of unawareness now.

He sighed to himself momentarily, before he turned rapidly, standing in place. Sarah would definitively bump into him, but before that could happen he leaned back, creating a space in which she could restore her balance. When she did, he raised his brow at her, encouraging her into speaking.

She opened her mouth to do so, but she closed it afterward. She bit her lip nervously. "I-I lost context."

He snickered. "Great." He was about to walk away, but she grasped onto his elbow. He froze in place, but even so, didn't even glance at her. "Sarah..." He warned.

"What's going on with you lately?"

He gazed at her briefly, but while it lasted he could take notice of her slightly saddened, worried, brown orbs. It's rare to see Stormfly like this, and because of this Tobias let his mask fall off. "What's not going with me?" He chuckled dolefully.

She let go of him, within which she enabled him to once more turn in her direction, the way they were eye to eye. "Would you like to talk about-"

"Why everyone's obsessed with talking?!" He tightened his fingers, the way those made a clicking noise. "Why talk about something, when I don't even want to?!"

"We're just worried!" She inhaled in annoyance. "You know that! Why you won't let us help?!"

"Did I ask you for it?!" He raised his brows in a questioning, skeptical gesture. "Besides, since when you're so worried about me?" He hummed. "Because Tobias is finally exposing? He isn't stone-like? That's a problem? I can't once in my life be in such a state?!"

"I know one thing for sure! Deadpan Tobias is happy Tobias." She muttered. "Something I learned while those few years of knowing you." She tilted her head at him. "Why are you not happy, Tobias?"

He was taken aback at those words. He was happy, right? He got lost in his thoughts deep enough that Stormfly was forced to grunt to regain his attention. He scratched the back of his neck. "I-I don't know. I'm not sure."

"Does it involves Hiccup?"

"No!" He panicked. "I-It's not his fault!" His chest raised quickly. "M-my own. Only mine."

"Okay!" Noticing his reaction to the question, Stormfly pulled out her arms to him, but she stopped herself, knowing his dislike of touch. "Your guilt. Not Hiccup's!" Tobias nodded and started breathing deeply. He calmed. Sarah exhaled with relief. "Still, don't you think it's time to allow us-"

He placed his palms over the back of his neck as his gaze shot over the ceiling. "Since you know me for years, you understand that I don't want help."

"Maybe." She crossed her arms. "To be honest, through those years, not once it has been explained why."

Within only the movement of eyes, he peeked over her. She had that stink eye on him, forcing him into speaking. He sighed. "Receiving help, it's making me feel...so vulnerable, powerless, useless." His palms tightened onto his neck, causing his head to be directed into the ground. "Weak."

Sarah sneered. Tobias looked over her, betrayed. "You poor, poor idiot." She smiled. "Tobias Night, you are anything, but weak. You know that, right?" He rolled his eyes, but anyway smirk forced itself onto his face. "You are hard-working, strong, responsible, and since a few months after adoption selfless for sure!" He glanced downward, because of which she moved forward to him. "I hope you don't think of yourself any less, right?" He didn't react. Complete opposite, he focused on the floor now. After a moment he chuckled. "What?" She asked, confused.

He grinned. "How long have you been standing on your tiptoes?" He laughed. Her eyes, as well as her mouth, opened widely. She huffed and puffed, afterward turning her head away from him, offended. Thereafter when he calmed, he might have probably apologized to her, if it wasn't for a smile that sneaked onto her face. Anyway, he inhaled. "Thanks, for the words." He muttered. "All of them."

She waved her hand. "You know that's the truth." She snarled. "I just wish to punch a person who made you think like that."

"I guess he's in front of you."

He should rethink those words. Just a moment after, there was a punch stroke into his shoulder, which made even him flinch in pain. He looked over his attacker, struck dumb. The attacker sneered. "What? I never make empty promises." Tobias rolled his eyes while stroking his injury. Stormfly giggled a while after, but eventually, she became serious. "Anyway, I thought you stop thinking like that because asking for help isn't anything weak, Toothless. I think it's quite opposite."

"Why's that?"

"Well, to ask for help you have to be strong enough to confess. Don't you think like that?" Tobias shrugged, skeptically. "Okay, then if you can't do that for yourself, why don't you do that for him? For Hiccup?" Toothless opened his mouth but closed it and instead of speaking, he started nodding. "You know, happy parent, happy child."

"Okay." He moaned. "I would be glad for the help." He exhaled. "But how exactly-" He was interrupted by speakers, which were broadcasting not shortly after they started talking. Even so, he was halted at this exact moment, because his name was said through them.

"Tobias..." Stormfly inhaled, trying to remain calm. "Why are you being called to the principal's office?"

He sighed. "The better question is why wouldn't I." He passed her and started walking in the known direction of the mentioned room. She instantly caught up with him and walked next to him.

"What have you done."

"I might have been an annoyance to a few teachers."

"Awesome."

"Also, I could have talked back to five of them."

"Great."

"And I was kicked out of the classroom by three."

"Perfect."

The rest of their route went silent. They stopped just by the entrance of the final court. Toothless inhaled briefly before he step forward. At the exact moment when he was about to get inside, Stormfly stopped him.

"Just so you know, it's been said among the school he's got a pretty bad mood for a quite of time." She bit her fingernail. "So, no sass."

Toothless snorted. "Thanks for consolation." She showed him thumbs up and while he shot her the last glance, he sighed before stepping inside into hell.

The Secretary's office itself wasn't anything out of ordinary. A big desk, with a bunch of papers over it, and sitting by it over the computer mentioned secretary. She wasn't interested in Tobias's existence much. When he stepped inside, he asked her to seat on one of the plastic, colorful chairs just next to the doors, with a plate on which engraved was the determination of the room as Principale's office.

Minutes were passing and with each one of them, he was becoming only more anxious. He started wriggling around, until the muscle in his jiggling leg tensed, causing pain in the whole thigh. He stroked it shortly before he groaned and stood up.

The same thing instantly made the secretary, who shot him a warning stare. Toothless showed her his palms, in apology, but also a defensive gesture. He hardly sat down, rolling his eyes as he laid more comfortably, unsuccessfully because of the terrible plastic material against his back.

The woman was about to sit down, but when the door next to Tobias's head opened, she straightened and stood rather on the guard. He sneered. Freak. It was like she heard his thoughts because her jaw tensed in anger.

From the room left some kid, who Tobias couldn't recognize. The Secretary looked over doors, inside an office, then smirked. "Your turn." She sat down and started clicking on her computer keyboard. "It seems the principal had a bad day. My condolences." Toothless, who was just getting up, gazed over her and snarled. Afterward, he went inside.

The room was dark, horribly dark. The windows were covered with curtains, not letting daylight touch a place. He slowly moved forward and sat down in the chair just in front of the main desk. He nearly twisted his arm trying to find any good position. He ended up with his leg over his other one, his knee reaching a chair's arm, and his arm being supported over the chair's back.

Principal, the main cause of his being here, was turned to him by back, or mostly his chair was. Maybe he wasn't even there? His hopes were crushed when he heard a sigh, from another side of the desk. He let his eyes meet a wooden table, and notice instantly a golden nameplate. What was shown on it was the name of the man sitting just in front of him. Stephen Haddock.

The same man turned rapidly, showing his big body and straight posture onto the chair. When he exhaled, his back bent. He looked over at the teenager while scratching his elegant, ginger beard. His green eyes were intensely staring over Tobias, which returned the favor by doing the same. It wasn't his first time here. This office was known by him. Time ago, about two, maybe three years ago, he ended up in the same place, before the same man, but because of a different reason.

When he started attending this school, there were a lot of bullies. There were smaller and bigger ones, but one of them couldn't give him a break. He brought justice to him and broke his nose with one solid punch. Blood flew, because of which the boy received the name of Red Death. Even though many people approved of his actions, teachers didn't. He remembers when couldn't even glance over that intense green. Right now, confidently, he's leading a fight with it.

Eventually, the man's sight dropped. He stroked his eyelids until they started hurting him. He placed his fingers against his brows and forehead. "Why?" He inhaled. "What's going on with you, Night?!"

"With me?!" Tobias's arm crossed and tensed. "I am forbidden to express, or say anything?!"

"Control yourself, Night!" The principal's hands slammed a wooden table. Toothless didn't even flinch. "Do you have any idea how many accusations I got with your surname on them?!"

"And how many of these belong from miss Phlegma?" Tobias snorted. "Quarter? Half? Whole?!"

"Her name is Miss Phillips, you disrespectful-!"

"How do you expect me to be respectful, when I am not respected by her?!" His fingers tightened, way there was an audible click in his wrist. "I always thought respect works in both ways!"

"To gain respect you have to work for it! Do you get it?! Work for it!" Tobias frowned. He opened his mouth, but the man overtook him. "Nothing explains your behavior boy! You can't treat people like that, because of your feelings no matter how problematic they are!"

Toothless didn't answer him, not because he was offended, but because he felt stroked by the words. Because those were right. For the whole week, he treated people like that not because they did something bad, but because he felt like it! Noticing the boy's sudden shame over himself, Stephen exhaled, as if he had held it for the entire time.

"What's going on with you, boyo?"

Toothless looked away. "Personal matters." He muttered.

Stephen hummed. "About colleagues? Friends?"

"Family." He bit his lip hard, almost making it bleed. "I just feel so...stressed, and concerned. That's for sure." His face tensed in invisible pain. "I feel like I abounded my responsibility like I did not do enough."

"I understand you." Tobias raised his eyes to the man, and in the difference, of anger that was there moments ago, he saw compassion and familiarity. "May I ask you, what exactly matter is?"

"Please, don't." Tobias frowned. "It's private."

Stephen hummed agreeing. Both stayed in awkward silence until the man sighed. "We all have our private matters." He straightened. "I'm saying you that because I know you're decent and what I'm saying will stay between you and me." Confused Toothless nodded lightly. The man turned from him negligibly away. "My wife passed away just a few months ago."

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

"When it happened, I often wondered what I did wrong. What could I have done to prevent that? How could I have left such an option possible?"

Tobias grasped onto the chair's arm, almost getting up to comfort the old man. "Such things are never foreseen." Seeing the man needed a moment for himself, he sat down. "I'm sure you did everything you could, sir."

"I did. I tried. I tried everything. Unfortunately, not enough."

"Enough for anybody to understand that wasn't your fault."

"Right," Stephen whispered, more to himself rather than Toothless. "Right." He agreed more confidently now. Then, he turned back to him rapidly. "Tha same is with you, Night." Tobias's eyes widened. Stephen smiled at that. "You're doing everything you can, son. Trying is important, care is important, and a concern for the closest ones. What also is important is your mental health. Remember that every human body has its limits. Even yours. As I know you, I'm sure you're doing perfectly fine whatever it is and I'm certain it is and will be enough for your family. I assure you they will love you, no matter what."

Toothless's eyes still were wide. They even got bigger while the entire lecture. "Yeah..." He started nodding. "Right." Even faster and faster. "You're right, sir." Tobias gasped. "Thank you, professor. I indeed needed that conversation."

"Any time, at your service." Both smiled at each other, while Tobias even chuckled. "I have advice for you, Tobias." The teenager nodded at him to start. At that signal, the man became serious. "If there is anything, that holds you back, let go of it and focus on what makes you the best version of yourself." When he heard that, Toothless nodded earnestly. Stephen grinned. "Good." He sighed when he lay comfortably in his chair. "No punishment for you today. Only warning."

Toothless stood up. "Thank you." While doing so, he almost dropped a chair, but he caught it in time.

Stephen chuckled. "I hope to see you at the rink, Night." He chuckled. "I can't wait to see when the Vikings will kick your butts."

Toothless walked backward to the entrance. "I'm sorry sir, but you will have to wait for it a long time." He smirked. "At least until I am on this team."

"I know." He groaned, then he shot Tobias a disgusted glance. "Get out of my sight!" He turned at him by back once again as at the start.

Toothless rolled his eyes when he found himself next to the doors. He was about to pull the handle, but he stopped himself. "Sir, I have one question." He turned to the principal, but only half. The man did the same. "Maybe two." Stephen traversed the rest of the distance on his chair, the way he was once more in front of him. Tobias did the same. "When you said, I should let go of something, you meant feelings, right?"

Stephen got a better look at him, but then he smiled. "Of course. What else could I mean?" Tobias shrugged. "And the second one?"

"I would like to change my classes."

The man chuckled. "Of course, you would." He pointed at the chair. "Sit down. We have finally a theme that doesn't involve arguing, and I'm going to enjoy it. Toothless snorted and serenely did as commanded. A minute or more shouldn't cause damage, right?

I'm after what? Week, or two...? *checks last update* 23 OF JULY?! I WANTED TO MAKE HERE JOKE, BUT I CAN'T! I'M FORBIDDEN TO DO SO!

Anyway, I'm back. The story will continue, I wish to end it for sure. I won't leave it unfinished, so get ready!