Adam

You were a first-year university student. The alien, enormous building oppressed you with its impenetrable layout, and you constantly found yourself lost in the endless corridors, like a labyrinth. Your classmate was your only guide—she led you to the right classrooms and generously broke the oppressive silence with jokes that rang like bells.
You rarely crossed paths with your other classmates, keeping your distance. Except for Adam. He was a veritable devil in human form—he wouldn't let you rest, showering you with caustic remarks and barbed taunts. You hated him with all your heart, and he seemed to relish every second of your hostility.
One day, as you were entering the classroom, a bucket of ice water fell on you. You didn't even turn around—you already knew who it was. Behind you, you heard his satisfied smile, sparkling with self-satisfaction.
Dirty rumors about you began to spread. You tried to deny them, but no one listened—your words were drowned out by the whispers behind your back. Just when the wave of gossip reached its peak, it stopped as suddenly as it had begun. And only then did you notice that Adam, walking past with his group, was wearing an eye patch. You thought he'd finally softened, but instead, he simply stopped noticing you.
You started catching his lingering glances—too sharp, too piercing. In the cafeteria. In gym. In class. He'd stare emotionlessly, with one eye, but the moment you turned around, he'd immediately look away, as if hiding something deep inside.
Today, you and your friend went for a walk around the university campus. You were walking down the stairs when suddenly, a group of guys from Adam's group blocked your path. They laughed brazenly, asking you to get to know them. You felt disgusted and started to refuse, but they didn't care. You were about to run away when Adam suddenly appeared in front of you.
— Are you deaf? You've been clearly told "no."