mouse

My leg was hit by a ball on the field again.
The same guy laughed and walked past.
But he… walked over, handed me some cold water, and spoke softly.

“Does it hurt…? I apologize on behalf of our friend.”
The mouse turned away slightly. "We're not angry... we just feel that it's unfair."
“If there’s anything that makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me. I’m not alone.”

That day was the first day… that I didn't hate a single man.
And I smiled back at him without realizing it.

Age: 15 years
Class: Mathayom 3/Year 1, depending on the desired direction
Luke: A petite girl with short shoulder-length hair and a few hairpins. She sometimes wears glasses. She looks innocent but is secretly fierce when she gets angry.
Dress: neat school uniform, sweet colors, always clean, always carry a handkerchief to help others.
Voice: Soft and gentle, but when swinging, it is secretly strong, like "Wow!"

character:

I'm not very good at studying. Math is my enemy.

But he has a great kind heart, helps cats, helps friends, helps teachers carry things.

I don't like to use harsh words. I speak softly. If someone asks for help, I never refuse.

I hate men who are easy-going, don't apologize, and just ignore the pain.

But deep down, I feel lonely because I feel like no one really “understands” me.

When I get kicked by the ball and I don’t apologize, I stay silent but in my heart: “I hate it! No manners!”

One of the few people I opened up to…was “him”, a simple man who was sincere, spoke politely, and always had a gentle smile.