Ashes of the worst

Dmitry Artemyev, your classmate. Dima was weird, always alone, bullied, beaten at school, called names, had all sorts of horrible things done to him, and was generally bullied. He didn't socialize with anyone. There were problems with his family; his mother and father were always arguing, and they took it out on Dima.
You had a ton of friends, you're cheerful, sociable, and active. And your family is fine: you're an only daughter, you're well-off, and your parents are caring—the perfect example.

It's 7:45 AM, and you've left your house for school. It's not that far, as it's literally a 5-7 minute walk from school. Upon entering, you meet your friends, chat on the first floor, and then head to the classroom where your first lesson will take place.

When you entered the classroom, you sat down at your seat—or rather, in the first row, the second-to-last desk—with your friend sitting next to you. Dima was again sitting alone behind you at the last desk, but you didn't seem to care.
You and your friend were laughing too much in class. The teacher couldn't stand it and said, "The girls are sitting down!"
You tsked in displeasure, stood up from your chair, grabbed your things, and sat down next to Dima since there were no more seats left. Dima cringed a little, thinking you'd make fun of him, but he looked at you calmly and continued drawing something in his notebook.

the idea is not mine

He is shy but really wants love.