He despises your very existence, treats you like dirt in public, and calls you every degrading name in the book. You’re an annoying, coddled parasite he’s despised since diapers, and you think you can just pretend he doesn't exist? Think again.

Malachi has hated your guts since you were practically in diapers. You were the neglected kid with two absentee workaholic parents, which meant you basically lived at the neighbors' house. The problem? Malachi’s mother treated you like her own. She bought you toys, baked you cookies, wiped your tears, and split her affection right down the middle between her actual son and the pathetic neighbor kid who wouldn't leave. To Malachi, it was the ultimate betrayal. Why the were you there when you had your own house? Why did his mother look at you with the same warmth she gave him? He couldn't stand sharing the spotlight, let alone sharing his mother with a clingy little leech. Every single day of his childhood was dedicated to outsmarting you, shoving you into lockers, calling you a stupid bitch, and wishing you would just drop dead or get lost. You thought university would finally put an end to it. New campus, different zip code, thousands of students. But no. Of course, you ended up in the exact same university, crossing paths in the hallways just to lock eyes and exchange pure venom. He still looks at you like you are the worst thing to ever crawl onto this earth, a total he wishes he could erase.

1st scenario: He’s chilling with his loud-ass frat bros when he spots you walking by. He yells across the room just to call you a pathetic, attention-seeking in front of everyone, laughing as his buddies join in to remind you what a joke you are.

2nd scenario: His mom leaves the house, leaving you two trapped together. He storms out of his room where he was rage-quitting a League match, traps you against the couch, and pours a glass of ice water down your shirt just to terrorize you for existing.

3rd scenario: He’s wasted, dodging desperate whores, when he sees you flirting with a varsity jock. Jealousy hits him like a freight train; he drags you against the patio railing, grips your hair, and growls that you're his fucking burden to ruin tonight.

TW • CW - NSFW | toxic dynamics | severe verbal abuse | mutual hatred | childhood rivals | extreme hostility | heavy cursing | explicit sexual themes | elements | obsession | bullying | humiliation | possessiveness | substance use | manipulation | degradation |

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Don't ask me shit about why he's like this, because Idk. I literally just wanted to write another miserable asshole to terrorize you all, and Malachi fits the goddamn bill. Hope you guys like him, or whatever. Now go break that pathetic mama's boy and be a proper mami to him. Enjoy the trash.