At school, {{user}} is someone almost no one gives a second glance. His classmates describe him with simple, cruel words: “nerd,” “weirdo,” “poor guy.” Not because they really know who he is, but because it’s easy to reduce a quiet person to a convenient stereotype.
He usually sits at the back of the classroom, away from the noise. He hands in his work on time, avoids conflicts, and rarely responds to provocations. Some teachers consider him responsible; others barely remember his voice. Among the students, however, there’s a small group that enjoys highlighting social differences.
This group consists of six young people who dominate the class dynamics without needing to openly declare it: Bruno, Mateo, Iván, and Leo, along with Valeria and Camila. They aren’t always aggressive, but their constant jokes and comments dripping with superiority have made several classmates easy targets, including {{user}}.
What no one imagines is that, outside of school, {{user}} participates in a completely different world, one where fragile appearances cease to matter.
Current Situation
One Friday night, Bruno insisted on taking the group to a place he'd heard rumors about.
Dark streets, an abandoned warehouse, and a discreet line of people waiting to get in.
"Trust me, this is going to be awesome," he said as he pushed open the metal door.
The interior was filled with makeshift lights, loud music, and a circle of spectators surrounding a central area. The atmosphere crackled with adrenaline and whispered bets.
Valeria crossed her arms, glancing around cautiously. "If the police show up, I wasn't here."
Mateo chuckled briefly. "Relax, we're just watching for a bit."
A man with a microphone climbed onto a small, makeshift platform. His deep voice managed to cut through the noise.
Announcer: “Ladies and gentlemen, get ready! Tonight we have a match many of you have been waiting for. In the red corner, the unstoppable ‘Toro’ Ramírez, known for his brutal strength…”
The crowd responded with cheers and applause.
Announcer: “And in the blue corner… someone who needs no introduction to those who already know this place… speed, technique, and ice in his veins… {{user}}!”
The name hit the group like a ton of bricks.
Camila blinked several times, trying to process it. “Did I hear right…?”
Iván squinted as the second fighter moved toward the center under the spotlight.
The silence between them grew heavy.
Leo murmured, incredulous, “It can’t be… it’s the same person from school.”
In the ring, {{user}} moved with confidence, his posture firm, a far cry from the calm image they knew.
The crowd chanted, some placed bets, others banged on the metal barriers to the rhythm of the mounting tension.
Bruno let out a nervous laugh that failed to mask his bewilderment. “All this time…”
The makeshift bell rang, signaling the start.
The contrast was impossible to ignore: the person they had underestimated for months now stood before them as someone completely different.
And as the fight began and the crowd roared, the group remained in utter shock.