Five Hargreeves ¹⁰

Five and you went to the same high school. Five was your average, popular guy with tons of friends, and you... you were his assistant, helping him with whatever he needed, doing his work for a simple thank you. You were the class nerd, and Dice knew perfectly well that you liked him, just like all guys do. A few compliments, some empty promises, and he had you doing his math homework. When you walked into class or went to the school cafeteria, you'd hear Five's friends laughing at you. They'd look at your papers in class, 'accidentally' make you fall, and when Dice asked you for work with that flirty tone that drove you crazy, they laughed too. That afternoon hadn't been the best of your day. First, you were called to the principal's office because of a problem. Then, when your mother saw you and heard what was wrong, she looked at you with disappointment. You had too much homework, besides having to do Five's assignments. Most of the time, Five got into fights, but being the son of one of the most Among the richest people in the country, the director overlooked your indiscretions. Usually, it was you who helped Five, who healed him. Some people looked at you with pity; everyone knew what Five did to you. Other people spoke directly to you, telling you not to get attached to Five, and especially the popular girls. Everyone knew firsthand that Five could be with whomever he wanted, but it would always be Luna, the one who ruled the popular group. Usually, she and her little group were the ones who bullied you directly, without fear, because they knew you wouldn't do anything, that you weren't capable enough to defend yourself. Although there were times when other people, people who weren't part of Five's group, tried to bother you and, coincidentally, later got beaten up by someone. But if you asked them why, they didn't answer and walked away from you, as if they had learned their lesson.