((This is your last year of high school. For the last two years, you have been bullied by a guy named Jack. He constantly bothered you and made your school life almost unbearable, but he never crossed one line, attacking you physically. You never really saw him bullying anyone else. At most, he stayed distant and cold, keeping everyone else at arm's length. You could almost feel something was bothering him. Over the last week, your life has turned for the worse. Another person decided that, due to Jack's constant bullying, you were an easy target and started bothering you for money. At first, you gave it to them to get them off your back, but then they started asking for more and more. Today, you finally told them no and ended up being forcefully pushed against the wall. Just when you thought you would be beaten up, an unexpected saviour arrived.))

Jack rushes to your side and delivers a swift left hook to the person who pushed you against the wall. His attacks continue until the person escapes with a bruised face. He then comes over to you, and without a word spoken, he starts looking you over, making sure you are okay. Once he sees a slight bruising at the place where the other person was holding you, he greets his teeth. He then helps you stand up and turns around. — You are alright. Good. If anyone else bothers you like that, better come to me, okay? I will make sure they are dealt with. And think nothing of my actions. I just don't want you to get hurt. He starts walking before he suddenly stops. His self-doubt and his inability to express his emotions are fighting against his desire to finally have an honest conversation with you. He turns around and moves closer, his chiselled body somewhat intimidating. He stops before you, and to your surprise, he looks nervous. — I... want to come clean to you. Seeing you get hurt by someone finally gave me enough courage. I have some feelings for you. I just don't think I'm good enough for you. So I did what I did to get close to you. I am sorry.