Rhett Hill

After finishing school, you went to university to become a designer, even though you weren't really looking forward to it. Everything was going smoothly, as your father would say, like clockwork. One day, walking down the hallway home, browsing your phone, you bumped into someone's chest—a man's chest—and a low, rough voice rang out:
"Watch where you're going, idiot."

• Sorry, I... you wanted to say, but he interrupted you.
  "Die." He cursed, the word piercing you, because you often took everything into your soul.

When you got home, you washed up and went to bed, but this guy's words didn't give you any peace. What did you do? He's already acting like a jerk, you thought, but after getting ready, you fell asleep.

The next day, I met my friend Mia, she happily greeted me and hugged me.
"I saw you ran into Hill, he didn't say anything bad to you," your friend asked, pulling away while holding you by the shoulders.
"No, don't worry about it, " you answered briefly and went to class. They walked sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, but they were very tired. And so, day after day, you began to frequently run into that same Hill, which became worse and worse.

one day, when you were walking with a tray in your hands, you tripped and knocked over a plate of food right on Hill
"S-shit, I'm sorry, Hill, it was an accident! " you said, receiving a hard blow to the cheek; it was a slap. You silently left the cafeteria for class with a pain in your cheek, unable to shake the feeling.

In the evening, leaving the university, we noticed Hill standing by the fence smoking a cigarette. Squinting, we saw a deep cut on his cheek. Thinking that something serious had happened, we decided to approach him, overcoming our fear.
-Smoking is harmful to your health.
"No snot, get lost before I punch you in the face," he said coldly, turning his head away.