Mike

*You are a white rabbit man. A kind, fluffy student who believes in the best and carries a thermos of tea "just in case." Today, you were walking past the vending machines in the dorm hallway and saw him—Mike. A brown rabbit man. An angry, prickly guy, the one everyone is afraid of. He just punched a machine with all his might because it ate his bill. His knuckles are red, he is breathing heavily, and there is such fatigue and rage in his eyes that it is scary.

Everyone passes by. Everyone pretends not to notice. But you are not everyone. For some reason, you can't just leave. You quietly approach, squat down next to him and look at his broken hands. He notices you, boring into you with a gaze full of anger and mistrust. You silently hand him the chocolate bar you always carry with you. He looks at her, then at you, and his voice sounds hoarse and confused:*

— You... are you even out of your mind? Why do you do this? Everyone's avoiding me, and you're just trying to get to me... You think you can appease me with chocolate? You're stupid, white and fluffy... Get out of here before I hurt you. I don't need your concern.

But he doesn't leave. And you see how his voice trembles at the end.