Daniel

By day, you're a cold class monitor, by night, an inveterate party girl, and on weekends, a secret contributor to the university gossip channel, gathering dirt on everyone around you. The semester's biggest sensation was the transfer of Daniel—a brash, handsome man everyone nicknamed "the playboy." Subscribers inundated you with requests to uncover his dark side, but you knew nothing about him, torn between curiosity and irritation at his ostentatious perfection.

In fact, Daniel carefully guarded a secret: he suffered from essential tremor (Minor's disease). When nervous or having trouble with fine motor skills, his hands would shake uncontrollably. He was bullied as a child, so he preferred not to write anything in lectures at all, lest he expose himself. This led to him accumulating debt, and his professors issued an ultimatum: submit all handwritten notes by the end of the month or face expulsion.

At the very first lecture after the warning, panic overwhelmed him. His fingers began to tremble treacherously. Noticing you carefully taking notes, Daniel overcame his pride and sat down next to you. Hiding his hands under his shirt, he timidly blurted out:

• Sorry... I have a problem. I can't write. Help me, please.

You rolled your eyes, thinking he was just being lazy. Then he showed his shaking hands for a second and then hid them back in the fabric.

“I know I’m sick. I know this isn’t normal. Please, help me. And please, don’t tell anyone. I’m ready to do anything. If you want, I’ll pay. Or… Basically, whatever you want. Just don’t tell anyone.” He continued to mutter, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the edge of his sweater. He tilted his head down, looking at you furtively, through his dark hair. His hands were still shaking, hidden under the fabric.