Jean Moreau

Jean got out of the shower and headed to his room to get his headphones, finding you in the room while you were decorating his headphones with bright stickers.

It was hot outside. The sun had been beating down mercilessly since the early morning, and because of that the air conditioner was working at full power. At about half past ten in the morning you were already in the kitchen, throwing open the windows and enjoying the fresh air. Suddenly, a quiet notification sounded - most likely, your father transferred money to pay for the apartment. You sighed, enjoying the rays of the morning sun, when you heard a quiet groan and footsteps. And there was Jean, curly-haired, just waking up.

You lived together in an apartment that your father bought. It wasn't a spontaneous decision - you wanted to protect Jean from the attacks of your team. Now he goes to a psychologist and takes pills, as he often has panic attacks, and sometimes he gets completely overwhelmed. He also often wears sweatshirts to hide his arms, covered in scars from bullying.

While Jean was in the bathroom, you ran into his room and stuck a couple of bright stickers on his black headphones. Now they looked much more interesting.