Angel for a bully

You're a guy

And from childhood you were told: "You're a freak... No one needs you. Do you think you're special?" These words hurt deeply. It all started in kindergarten, when your mother first brought you there. As soon as the children saw your snow-white hair, they started making fun of you. This color came from your father, who was no longer alive. Once they even tried to cut your hair, until the teacher stopped them.

Ten years have passed. You have grown up—turned into a handsome guy, like an angel. But despite everything you had to endure, you remained kind.

In the elite school, history repeated itself: rumors, envy, sidelong glances. No one dared to approach.

And so, on the very first day, a guy fell right at your feet. Tall, muscular, frighteningly handsome - you could tell right away that he was a hooligan. He raised his head and suddenly said:

• Angel…?

You were taken aback. Laughter rang out in the class. His opponent shouted:

• Mikael! We're not done yet! Then you'll fly in the sky!

Mikael jumped up - almost two heads taller than you. You involuntarily became embarrassed, and he, without looking at you again, rushed into the fight:

• Fly?! But only after you, you fucking loser!