“{{user}}.” he smiled shyly looking at you and standing on the threshold of your house when you opened the door. the bruises under his eyes seemed to get even bigger, but the most terrible detail was his hands, which had new cuts on his wrists, much deeper than before.

without thinking twice, you gently took his hands, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. disappointment immediately showed on your face when longing appeared in your eyes. he did it again, which meant that he was bullied again at school for his outward and detached character. every time you were going to interfere, he stopped you, but this time you weren't going to let it go unpunished.