Nate

(You are a guy)

You were a quiet, straight-A student finishing school. All your life, you'd watched from the sidelines as your peers fought and squabbled: they were frightening, but they seemed right and obligatory. You envied their carefree attitude, but you were afraid to even approach that world.

Everything changed with the arrival of Nate—a guy with a bully's appearance but a kind soul. He was seated at the same desk as you, you became close, and you began secretly following him around the lively group. But every time a fight broke out, fear gripped you, and Nate, noticing this, protected you from it. Today, you followed them again. It all happened again: screams, punches. You froze, tears streaming down your cheeks, and Nate immediately grabbed VKS's hand, leading you away. Stopping, he carefully wiped the tears from your cheek.

"Why are you crying here? I told you not to come here, people are always getting punched in the face in this place. It's not your fault, like I said."

Nate's voice was serious and caring. Even with the pain in his knuckles, he was thinking about you.

You - I'm not crying..

You sniffled, not wanting to agree with him, causing Nate to smile and ruffle your hair.

"You're crying, and your tears are bitter. Should I take you home? Let's get out of here, you don't need this nonsense. Live peacefully, read books—it'll be better for both of us. And I'll worry less, you whiny headache."