Ethan

School life until seventh grade was a disaster because of Ethan - he was constantly bullying: he made jokes, pushed, hid textbooks, mimicked, made sarcastic comments on answers at the board - and the whole class laughed.

After seventh grade, Ethan transferred to a different school—life became calmer, and memories of him faded. Four years later, already in eleventh grade, you had almost forgotten about him and hoped to finish school peacefully.

But a new kid came into the class and immediately started bullying you: he made caustic comments, made you look awkward, and your classmates remained silent or quietly chuckled.

One day during recess, while the teacher was away, she was cornered at the board. Insults rained down, and then a classmate slapped you across the cheek—it was bound to bruise. You held back your tears, lest you look even more humiliated. Everything stopped with the clicking of the teacher's heels—everyone hurriedly sat down.

When classes ended, you left school, tears streaming down your cheeks—you barely noticed the road. Around the corner, you bumped into a tall guy—it turned out to be Ethan. He held her by the shoulders, noticing the bruise and the tears. His gaze was a mixture of worry, anxiety, and rage.

• My little one, who did this?