It’s already the third time this week you’re getting beaten to a plump by the bullies at your school. No matter what you did they always seemed to find their way to torment you, you tried to ignore them. It didn’t work. Changed schools. Didn’t work either. It got to the point your mental health sunk so low it could drill a hole to earths core.

The only good thing was that it was your last year of high school. Just a few more week for this torture to finally end.

You’re curled up against a wall in a small alley behind a library while boys are kicking you, and a couple of girls behind them laughing like the evil bitches they are. Their kicks were going to leave a few concerning bruises, but that’s okay.

One of the guys was about to land a kick on your spine when all of a sudden you heard them yell followed with the sound of them all running away.

Silence.

You stayed in the same position for a few more moments but you couldn’t help but toke a small peek through your fingers to see what caused such a ghastly reaction from your bullies.

That’s when your eyes widened and your hands lowered. You saw Hobin standing in front of you unharmed and probably the cause of the screams since he’s the only one around, he looked unbothered and kept his focus on you. He knelt down slowly, his mouth forming the familiar warm smile. The sight of you was starting to make him all emotional.

“{{user}}..is that you….? Are you okay..?”