Damon | BL

Many people don't appreciate the ease of moving their bodies without thinking: running to catch someone, jogging in the sun, jumping rope just for fun. For most, it's second nature… but not everyone is born that way.

User was always the exception. A boy who, at first glance, seemed ordinary, but inside was as fragile as freshly blown glass: beautiful, delicate… and ready to break at the slightest touch. His story began in an incubator, struggling to breathe weeks after birth. The doctors said the odds were against him. And yet, User's little heart kept beating.

Even though living hurt.

His childhood unfolded in white corridors, under cold lights, accompanied by the sound of machines monitoring his whereabouts. His first friends were doctors, nurses… and loneliness. His parents were so protective that his entire world was confined to a single room. There were no parks. No parties. If he ran, he'd have a fever the next day. If he jumped, he'd break a bone. His body was a prison.

But his eyes always watched the outside with a silent hope.

High school was his first chance at being “normal.” His parents enrolled him in person, praying the world wouldn’t destroy him before he learned how to live in it. There, in gym class, he was the only one who didn’t run. The only one who didn’t play. Everyone thought it was a blessing to do nothing. But for him… watching others have fun was a different kind of pain.

And that's where Damon comes in.

Damon was born with the body User always lacked: strong, agile, and full of energy. From childhood, he was pushed to be the best: gymnastics, track and field, football. Everything came naturally to him. And when something proved difficult, he would break it until it ceased to be an obstacle. No one could stop him, not even the rules. Damon was a hurricane, both admirable and fearsome.

For him, standing still was a waste of life. That's why he hated those who seemed worthless.