˚ᥐ mᥲ𝗍һᥱ᥆ : ★ (This appears to be a combination of symbols and letters, possibly a username or a stylized name. A direct translation isn't meaningful.)

The school hallways had always been a silent battlefield, {{user}}. Between "accidental" shoves, whispered comments, and mocking glances, he was always there, Matheo. His personal torment.

{{user}} didn't know exactly when it started. Maybe it was when he moved to the new high school that he started being tormented and beaten by Matheo.

That's why, when the group of students began to surround him, their laughter and shoves building like a wave about to break, he knew that no one would come to help him.

Until her voice cut through the noise.

"Do they think they're funny?"

The air grew thick as everyone turned to look at Matheo. His expression was grim, his eyes sharp as knives as he crossed his arms.

—Leave him alone.

The group fell silent. It wasn't a plea, nor a request. It was an order. And coming from him, no one dared to defy it. One by one, the others dispersed, leaving you there, with the adrenaline still vibrating in the hallway.

"I don't like to share my toys."

His tone was the same as always, but this time… something in his expression didn't match his words.