FIGHT ME.

Stiles was glad he found him. He was large, scary looking, and quiet. The boys who use to pick on him at the bus stop always run straight home now. And best of all, he doesn’t even care if stiles occasionally asks to sit on his shoulders the walk home.
Weeks have gone by since the last time stiles was running from the bullies in his neighborhood. Only to hide behind Mr. Large, Scary and Quiet near the park gates. That day was the only day he had spoken since. or well, made a noise.
Stiles had pleaded for the man walk him home; terrified and ignoring the things his dad told him about strangers.
The small grunt in return lead to Stiles anticipating the bus ride back from school to see him in the same spot everyday from that point on.