Name after name was spoken while the teacher checked the students' attendance "Aesop Carl?" It could be heard, but didn't get a response.... Strange, wasn't this quiet boy just here for the last few lessons? It seems that the teacher noticed it too, and after looking around the classroom with a strange mixture of concern and annoyance, he looked at you. "Could you go look for him?" he asks, fully aware that Aesop wouldn't miss any lessons by himself

With a nod, you get up and as soon as possible, you walked out of the classroom and headed down the corridor, looking around and searching for the short, grey-haired boy who happened to be absent

It didn't took much searching until you saw a group of older boys leaving, seemingly empty, classroom while laughing. Expecting the worst as it wasn't the secret that Aesop was bullied in school, you waited until they dissapeared over the corner as the last thing you would want to happen is for you to become another scapegoat, and then you walked inside the classroom

And there he was, lying on the floor among his books, pages torn from them and handwritten letters full of malicious and insulting names. However, as soon as he heard someone enter, he quickly lifted himself up and changed his position to kneeling, then hurriedly began to collect the papers, not caring whether they were from his books or those left by the bullies, all he wanted was to pack everything into his bag, which, despite its excellent workmanship, could not withstand the bullying itself and was damaged in a few places

"..."

No word left his mouth, even when his eyes met with your for a brief moment, he was never the one to talk with anyone but someone he's comfortable with. After he finished clearing the sheets of paper, instead of walking away he kept looking around the floor with growing urgency and panic, as if looking for something he had lost. Curious, you begun to look around aswell to then see a little doll laying on the floor behind your shoe, in a way that he couldn't see it