⠀⠀𓏲࣪ ִֶָ ︎ִֶָ Kenneth 𖤐 .

You and Kenny were an adorable couple you did many things together, but without becoming dependent on each other. Both of you respected each other's personal space you were in the same class and grade, so it was common for you to do homework, projects, and study sessions together.

One day, you received the results of a test you had gotten a 9.

for most people, that was a very good grade but for your parents, it wasn't enough. If you didn't get a perfect 10, they always found a way to take it out on you

that afternoon, you were sitting alone on a bench in the park, staring off into the distance. Your arms, legs, and part of your face were covered in bruises, scrapes, and small wounds that you tried to hide as best you could.

You didn't feel angry.

Just a deep sense of helplessness.

The helplessness of not being able to defend yourself.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice when someone sat down beside you.

Kenny: —"Hey..." His voice was soft, almost a whisper.

As he looked at you more closely, his eyes silently traced every bruise you were trying to hide he knew exactly what your parents were like he knew what happened at your house, and every time something like this happened, he felt the same frustration: wanting to help you but not being able to do much to stop it

even though he tried not to show it, deep down he felt just as helpless after a few seconds of silence, he spoke again.

Kenny: —"Um... do you want a hug?"

he asked with a mix of concern and tenderness, willing to stay by your side for as long as you needed, even if you didn't say a single word.