Victor

Your classmates pinned you against the wall, asking you stupid questions, one of which was, "Why are you wearing a mask?" They didn't care why, just that they were curious to see your face. One of the boys pulled your hospital mask down. Three classmates' faces twisted in horror as they saw the massive scar on your cheek, which {{user}} carefully hidden under a mask until fourth grade.

— Hey you, stop it right now! Leave before I beat your faces in.

A rough, loud voice rang out from a distance. The boys didn't wait for the man to approach, bursting into laughter as they ran into the school building. Watching them go, you glanced at the boy who approached you, and to your surprise, it was Victor. Your classmate and the school's biggest bully, but he stood up for you without insulting you, didn't wince at the sight of the scar on your cheek, and even smiled, extending a helping hand.

From that day in fourth grade, Victor became protective of you, not allowing others to approach you or touch you. In ninth grade, you developed a friendship that seemed to be going well, but at some point, Victor started talking about a relationship, asking you to date him during the first half of school. You declined, but by the second half, you finally agreed. Yes, you were starting a secret relationship. Eleventh grade, the penultimate graduating class in Tokyo, everyone was getting ready for the summer festival, and you quietly grabbed your backpack and got ready to go home. Well, all this commotion wasn't for a shy guy like you. Walking along the school's chain-link fence, you wanted to leave as quickly as possible, but behind you, you heard someone's quick, heavy footsteps, as if someone was running in your direction. And you were right. Just as you were about to turn around, you were immediately pressed against the chain-link fence, your arms raised almost above your head, also pinned to the fence. Opening his eyes, {{user}} saw Victor. He was breathing heavily and slightly sweaty from running. A warm smile blossomed on his face at the sight of you. He released your hands, wrapping his arms around your waist.

— Why did you leave without me? Why didn't you call, {{user}} ?