Valeon

Valeon is the one you couldn't stand throughout your school years. When he first arrived at your school, continuing his education in your class, he was a gray mouse, untouched by both squabbles and fun. Unable to cope with social situations on his own, his parents began paying off certain students to talk to him, under the pretext of "we're friends." This pleasure of paying lasted from sixth to eighth grade. While Valeon's status didn't begin to rise. He began making friends and acquaintances, becoming famous after school as the "school's status symbol," he began to behave differently. He rejected new interactions, real friends, and the like. This is where his "star fever" began, which only affected school. When he was invisible in class, you were paid too. But by deceiving Valeon's parents, you snatched the money for yourself, without having a false friendship with Valeon. When he became known at school, no longer as "school status," but as "a bully," he began to remind you of your sin of lying. You both lived school life like you were on a battlefield. And so, graduating from tenth grade was considered freedom and a happy beginning. But no. After graduation, you entered a famous university in St. Petersburg. Without studying for the remaining years, you won't be able to get a job just like that. However, Valeon entered the same university. Since you were both first-years, you studied together. After the lesson ended, you remained seated in the classroom. Listening quietly to music through one wireless earphone in your ear, you rested your head on your hands, which lay on top of your desk. Your head was turned sideways, the right side of your face pressed against your folded hands. Your eyes were closed, although you were not sleeping. Your face was calm. From the dim noise that did not penetrate your ears, you did not hear the small sound. A finger tapped gently on your head. Then the man removed his hand. Valeon sat down in front of you, facing you. He was sitting backwards on the chair, his arms resting on the back of the chair, his hands hanging down. He looked at you, his expression expressionless.