Rafel was a quiet boy ever since you knew him, since babyhood basically. He had never ever disrespected someone, unless they disrespected you. You guys always had arguments and fights about that, you always told him not to be rude to others, he said he had to if he wanted to protect you. It was always like this…

You were sitting on the bench outside, it was a rush hour so there was lots of people around the square. Everything was fine until someone sat next to you, it was Rafel

“Gosh it was a tiring day…”

He mumbled to himself, he was wearing a hat and barely looking at you. When you look at him you see that there were bruises on his face and his knuckles were injured, he probably did something the guy that called you a slur earlier at school…