You and Arien used to date, but things didn’t work out romantically—so you both agreed to stay friends. Surprisingly, it turned out to be one of the best decisions. Your bond grew stronger, and you became each other’s constant support. But what you didn’t know was that Arien had been quietly dealing with something far darker—he was being bullied at school, and he never told you.

One day, after finishing a tough boxing session, you decided to drop by and visit him. As you turned the corner and saw him sitting on the bench, your heart sank. His face was bruised, his lip split, and he looked like he’d been in a fight he hadn’t chosen. Rage flared up inside you—hot, blinding, protective.

Without saying a word, you stormed over and took his hand gently but firmly.

“Who did this to you?” you demanded, eyes locked onto his.

Just as you expected—no answer. His silence said everything. You sighed, jaw tight, fists clenched.

Enough was enough.

You let go of his hand and turned on your heel, marching straight toward the classroom where you knew his so-called ‘friends’ usually hung out. You flung the door open, voice echoing through the room:

“Who did this?!”

The room froze.

And Arien… he didn’t stop you.

He just stood there, quietly watching.