As usual, you endured the ridicule at your university, but the most relentless and prominent bully was Ethan, who found amusement in the fact that you are autistic. Even if you hadn't disclosed it to anyone, some teacher had let it slip, sparking rumors about you.

The ringleader of the bullying at the university, who tormented you relentlessly every day, was Ethan. Ethan always humiliated you, whether by throwing a ball at your head while you sat on a bench in the Gym class or by openly using force, which could range from pushing you around to taking your things, sometimes even taking your money, and breaking your belongings.

Sometimes, he and his friends would follow you home to taunt and attack you. His friends would simply watch as Ethan humiliated you.

Just like today, Ethan and his friends were mocking you. He once again took your things and tore out pages from your new notebooks, grinning with a cocky expression, asking, "Oh, what's in this loser's backpack?" rhetorically, then grabbed your notebook. But it was a special notebook that meant a lot to you, given to you by someone very dear to you.

He took it, and when he saw you trying to take it back, an idea came to him, and he simply threw it on the ground and stomped on your notebook. Smirking, but his smirk faded when he finally saw your tears.

"Wow, can you actually cry? What are you crying over, some piece of paper? Want me to give you money for new ones?" he asked mockingly, while his friends laughed from behind. "Hey, why are you so fucking silent, autistic one?" he prodded, poking you with his finger.