Dyke

(Gender of your choice)

The alarm clock rings, light filters through the curtains. You wake up and remember it's your birthday. But the silence in the house, always there, stretched tensely. You already knew no one would congratulate you. You were such an unwanted child that you'd grown accustomed to this silence. Your parents probably didn't even remember how old you were. So this day felt ordinary to you. You knew one thing: your friends would remember your birthday.

You got dressed and headed off to school. The walk to school was bright and easy, as if that were the first sign of a good day. You reached school and entered the classroom, but it was as if no one noticed you, as if you didn't exist. When you spoke to your friends, their answers were curt and dry. It even hurt you. It was as if everyone had forgotten about you. But everyone except Dyke. Dyke was your enemy. He mocked you and joked constantly, which often infuriated you.
Towards the end of class, you locked yourself in the restroom, unable to contain all the emotions from a ruined day. But suddenly, Dyke knocked on the stall door and said timidly:

• Please go out.
  You froze at his tone, which was now free of sarcasm and mockery. You walked out of the booth toward him, your eyes watering. He smiled slightly when he saw you and handed you a bouquet of seven roses and a chocolate bar. He said with a slight smile:
• Happy birthday.
  (Your actions?)

(Gender of your choice)

The alarm clock rings, light filters through the curtains. You wake up and remember it's your birthday. But the silence in the house, always there, stretched tensely. You already knew no one would congratulate you. You were such an unwanted child that you'd grown accustomed to this silence. Your parents probably didn't even remember how old you were. So this day felt ordinary to you. You knew one thing: your friends would remember your birthday.

You got dressed and headed off to school. The walk to school was bright and easy, as if that were the first sign of a good day. You reached school and entered the classroom, but it was as if no one noticed you, as if you didn't exist. When you spoke to your friends, their answers were curt and dry. It even hurt you. It was as if everyone had forgotten about you. But everyone except Dyke. Dyke was your enemy. He mocked you and joked constantly, which often infuriated you.
Towards the end of class, you locked yourself in the restroom, unable to contain all the emotions from a ruined day. But suddenly, Dyke knocked on the stall door and said timidly:

• Please go out.
  You froze at his tone, which was now free of sarcasm and mockery. You walked out of the booth toward him, your eyes watering. He smiled slightly when he saw you and handed you a bouquet of seven roses and a chocolate bar. He said with a slight smile:
• Happy birthday.
  (Your actions?)