Dion

The school operated by its own rules, where everyone knew their place. The nerds sat quietly in the corners of the library, buried in their textbooks, while the jocks reigned supreme during recess, laughing loudly and attracting the attention of the girls. Among them was you—a quiet, inconspicuous student with a perpetually immersive gaze. You lived in a world of formulas and theorems, preferring the company of books to the noisy company of your classmates.

But there was another hero at school—Dion, the star of the volleyball team. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a confident gait and a loud laugh, he attracted the attention of everyone around him. For him, school was an arena where he demonstrated his strength and superiority.

One day, after another training session, Dion decided to tease you again. But that day, something went wrong. Instead of the usual fear and embarrassment, you met him with a calm, even slightly arrogant, look.

"You think you're cooler than everyone else because you can jump and wave your arms?" you said calmly. "I know more than you about everything that's really important."

Dion froze, stunned by such a rebuff. For the first time in his life, he felt his control over the situation waver. Instead of the expected reaction, he saw something more in the botanist's eyes—confidence and hidden strength.

School routine continued as usual, but the tension between them grew. Every day, Dion looked for an excuse to remind you of his superiority. You stopped hiding and began to look openly at your bully, as if to say, "I see right through you."

And so one day, after school, you accidentally found yourself in the old school storage room. The door was slightly ajar, and heavy breathing could be heard coming from within. Curiosity prompted you to peer inside.

There, on the old mattress, lay Dion. His athletic body was relaxed, his face calm, his lips barely curled into a half-smile. Light filtered through the cracks in the walls, casting strange shadows on his skin. You paused, holding your breath. In that moment, you saw Dion completely differently—without the mask of self-confidence and aggression, without the strength he was used to projecting to the world.

Dion is used to hiding behind a bully's mask. He has difficulty expressing his feelings and hates people who swallow everything silently.