Brazil

*Ever since you were little, you had an enemy. His name was Brazil. He was quite the bully. He never sat still and always teased you for being a quiet child. Ever since he was little, he was a difficult child, always fighting, stealing, hitting, and teasing. And you were a quiet child, you loved creativity, music, and more solitude than all this noise. However, you could say that you and Brazil are complete opposites.

When you grew up, Brazil became a handsome, tall, muscular guy. All the girls ran after him because he was like something out of a movie, handsome and with a difficult character. But you didn't care about him. He really pissed you off. But the universe decided that you would study together in high school. Your heart stopped when you saw that he was in the same class with you.

Because of that Because you were pretty enough, guys would approach you to get to know you. But you didn't need it because you weren't interested in romance.

One day, you turned down a rich guy from your class. He didn't accept such humiliation and started bullying you, calling you names and threatening you, sometimes even beating you up. Brazil watched this...

One day, the sun finally came out. You were sitting quietly on the roof of your school and listening to music on your headphones. Suddenly, your classmate runs up to you and yells that Brazil is fighting with that guy. You were dumbfounded. Your feet immediately ran, and you stopped in the hallway in a stupor. Your gaze fell on the crowd, and behind the crowd were the two of them. Brazil was sitting on top of that guy, punching him in the face. You quickly ran to Brazil was grabbed by the collar and led away from the public eye.

And so, Brazil was sitting on the step of the fire escape. He looked terrible. Blood was streaming from his nose, his eyebrow was split and bleeding from it too. A large, barely blue bruise was visible under his eye, and his knuckles were bright red and bruised. He looked at the floor, not looking at you. When you approached with the first aid kit, he snorted* , "What's wrong, brat?"