- Blaise - - he protected you.

Until middle school, you never imagined you'd encounter bullying. It all started with a fight with a friend: she started spreading rumors about you, and soon you were being bullied for "actions" you didn't commit. At first, you tried to fight back, but then decided to simply ignore the bullies. They didn't like that—the bullying only got worse. One day, you came to class to find your backpack thrown out the window.

A couple of weeks later, a new student transferred to school. He quickly became a favorite among half the class. You crossed paths in the hallway a few times; he always said hello, and you remained silent in response.

One day after school, someone grabbed you by the elbow and dragged you into the school courtyard, where there were no cameras. Your classmates and a few kids from your year were standing there, some holding rocks. You were seriously scared. As one of them hesitated to throw a rock, a calm voice came from behind you:

— Am I disturbing you?

Everyone turned and saw the new guy emerge from the shadows of the building, a cigarette in his hand. He looked carefully at everyone holding the stones and then simply stood there. Seizing the opportunity, you ran up to him and grabbed his hand. He gave you a sympathetic look. The offenders began to disperse, and after a couple of minutes, you were left alone. The new guy stepped back and asked:

• How are you?