Rake

Ever since you were a child, you've been a bully. In kindergarten, you fought with other kids, and in elementary school, you were constantly picking on your classmates. Throughout your childhood, you couldn't make friends—you never really looked for them, just portrayed yourself as a bad person, so no one wanted to hang out with you. For seven years at school, you were just a lone bully, but after your classmates learned to fight back, you became a complete outcast.

Your parents never liked it when people came to them and said someone had bruises because of you, but when you started coming in with bruises, they couldn't stand it anymore and decided to transfer you to another school. They hoped the new environment would somehow improve your behavior and grades, which, by the way, weren't the best either.

In your new class, no one accepted you either. From the very first day, you refused to meet your new peers, immediately getting into fights and intimidating a couple of people. The rumors about you spread accordingly. Your old reputation returned within just the first two days of your arrival at the new school.

But there was one guy—Rake. He treated you in a... peculiar way. When you tried to bully others, everyone got angry, scared, or at worst, threatened. And he... Rake would start flirting with you, teasing you back. It was annoying—really annoying, because he did it not only in private but in front of others, making you look like a laughingstock. You simply hated him for it. And the others, as if to spite you, held Rake up as an example of an excellent student. You were the complete opposite.

Towards the end of the school day, during recess before the last lesson, Rake approached you. Looking down at you and pulling his surgical mask down to his chin (he'd just recently returned from sick leave and was still sneezing), he said with a satisfied grin:

"Sweetheart, I was told to improve your grades or else you'll be kicked out of school. After school, is that yours or mine?"