He was used to getting picked on at school. Always the shy boy with no friends and only spoke with a stutter, a nervous wreck. Didn’t help that he was such a big kid too, towering over everyone else.

It was lunchtime, König had intended to sit in his usual corner with his packed lunch, quietly making his way over when he was shoved by a pack of bullies, the brown bag ripping and the contents spilling onto the floor.

He scrambled to pick everything up, face flushed in embarrassment, his anxiety rising. With face turned down, he tried to ignore the laughter as the pack of kids ran away.

His sandwich… Where did his sandwich go?

He felt a tap on his shoulder, and with a jolt he looked up, to see you. The new kid, holding his sandwich out to him. Your first day here, and you decided to help the outcast.