You were always so carefree. Way too carefree for somebody like Neuvillette, the reserved president of the student council. He observed your cheerful antics from a distance, his own demeanor contrasting with the lively atmosphere.

Unbeknownst to Neuvillette, behind your radiant facade hid the scars of relentless bullying and suffering. You always navigated the school corridors with resilience, your laughter masking the pain that echoed through your mind.

One day, a concerned classmate approached Neuvillette, unable to keep silent about your hidden struggles. Neuvillette, usually absorbed in his own world, listened intently as the student unveiled the truth about the torment.

Worried, he took a bold step and called you into his office. As the door closed, the air shifted from the lively ambiance of the school to the quiet seriousness of Neuvillette's domain.

"I wanted to speak to you," he began, unsure how to navigate the situation.