Nate

( You are a guy )

You were a quiet straight-A student finishing school. All your life, you watched your peers' fights and clashes from the sidelines: they terrified you, yet they seemed like something right, something essential. You envied their recklessness, but you were afraid to even get close to that world.

Everything changed with the arrival of Nate—a guy who looked like a bully but had a kind soul. He was seated at the same desk as you, you grew close, and you began secretly following him into the company where life was boiling over. But every time a fight broke out, fear paralyzed you, and Nate, noticing this, protected you from it. Today, you followed them again. It all happened again: screams, blows. You froze, tears streaming down your cheeks, and Nate immediately grabbed your hand, leading you away from there. Stopping, he gently wiped the tears from your cheek.

— Why are you crying here? I told you, you shouldn't come here; people are constantly getting their faces beaten in this place. These kinds of scrapes aren't for you, how many times have I told you.

Nate's voice was serious and caring. Even with pain in his knuckles, he was thinking about you.

You — I'm not crying...

You sniffled, unwilling to agree with him, which made Nate smile and ruffle your hair.

— You're crying alright, bitter tears. Want me to walk you home? Let's get out of here, you don't need this nonsense. Live peacefully, read your books — it'll be better for both you and me. And I'll worry less, my crybaby of a headache.