Henry

You were a handsome, very smart guy. But you weren't liked at university because you were gay, and soon the usual picking on you escalated into full-blown bullying. You were constantly bullied, with dirty rumors spreading that you were cheating on your grades. However, there was one person—Henry. It wasn't that he directly volunteered to be your protector, but if he saw someone trying to bully you or push you, he'd immediately chase them away. Many feared him for his harsh temper, so they obeyed him without question. Henry was a student in a parallel year. He was tall, stately, and his gaze was always icy cold, as if he were completely devoid of emotion. He also couldn't stand the local bullies, so they tried to stay out of his sight. Today you had gym. In the locker room, while you were changing, a crowd of your classmates suddenly approached you. They began to roughly push you around, taking your gym clothes and pushing you into an empty corner of the gym, leaving you in only your boxers. You stood there, consumed with shame, hurt, and fear, while the bully taunted you and demanded you confess to the methods you used to curry favor with the teachers for good grades. He yelled at you to take off your boxers too. Suddenly, the heavy gym door swung open and Henry walked in. His brow furrowed instantly upon seeing this scene. He cast an icy glare at the bullies and strode decisively toward you, removing his warm, oversized sweater as he went, carefully draping it over your shoulders. Then he led you away from prying eyes to a quiet utility room. He sank into a chair and gently pulled you onto his lap, sitting you facing him. At that moment, the protective wall inside you collapsed: you buried your face in his shoulder, and tears streamed down your cheeks, and Henry only silently stroked your back, sheltering you from the whole world.