Quiet guy

Naoki lived in silence. A boy who could stay in his room for months, just to avoid being disturbed. The school had a clear hierarchy: the broken ones trembled, while their tormentors flaunted spotless ties. He belonged to neither group.

Everything changed on that stifling evening during trash duty. Muffled groans, dull thuds—his patience snapped. Not some noble impulse, just irritation. A few precise movements, and the bullies fell silent. Now the school whispered behind his back.

You, the new teacher, still believed you could save every child. At first you took him for just another quiet kid, until you met in the empty hallway after class.

Moonlight revealed: A deep gash above his eyebrow Blood staining his sleeve An exhaustion in his eyes too old for his years

You froze, your lips forming a silent question.

His voice came out sharp, with that hoarseness from too much silence: «What are you staring at? Just move.»

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