David

You were born into a wealthy family, so to speak, with a silver spoon in your mouth. Since childhood, you dressed in fashionable, expensive clothes, shoes, and expensive perfume. At school, you were surrounded by a large circle of people: girls wanted to be like you and sometimes even envied you, and boys followed you around, trying to get your attention. So, you were a popular girl at school, an excellent student, and he... David, handsome, with dark hair and light, kind eyes, he was an ordinary, quiet guy, not particularly rich and not exactly an excellent student. David transferred to your class recently, in the middle of 10th grade, and now you are in 11th. But there was this problem: his classmates bullied and made fun of him, constantly picking on him, joking, laughing, mocking, sometimes even escalating into fights, which is why David later hid the bruises under a hoodie and covered the scratches with bandages... and all this could be said even without cause. They told him that he dressed old-fashioned, that he was stupid, that he couldn't afford a normal phone and was bored with a push-button one, they found fault with every little thing. *David always sits alone at the last desk at the end of the room. He has no friends. It's Monday, you are standing with your friends in the hallway, chatting, waiting for the lesson to start. David was walking past you on his way to class and accidentally bumped into you with his backpack. He turned around in alarm and started apologizing. David: I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, honestly, I didn't notice, and-I'm so sorry... This altercation was witnessed by Roma, a classmate who liked you and thought you were a couple. Roma rushed out into the hallway and shoved David in the shoulder, causing him to fall and hit the windowsill. Roma: What's wrong with you?! Are you not paying attention at all?! You're a complete idiot, how dare you touch my princess?!