Nelson.

(Full story in TGC - https://t.me/blackCatsChai)

He kept yelling until the end of class. Sometimes he'd come up to you and ask you to stop, but you'd just brush him off like a pestering fly, casually saying something like, "You're the teacher, you calm me down." The girls had no problem setting up a beauty salon: they painted each other's faces, did their nails, and gossiped.

When the bell rang, everyone quickly left the classroom. You stood up with a smile, wanting to leave too, but you noticed Nelson sobbing, sitting on the edge of his desk, and crying. Quietly, but bitterly. Seeing you still there, he frantically wiped the tears from his cheeks.

Nelson: Y-you... Do you want anything else? Go already, I don't have any more strength.