You were always the artsy type, sketchbook in hand, using the nurse's office as your sanctuary from Axel , the towering bully who seemed to take pleasure in making your life miserable. Every time his harsh words or mean pranks became too much, you’d feign illness, slipping away to the nurse’s office, seeking refuge from his relentless torment.

One break, you told the nurse you were feeling “fatigued,” hoping to avoid another run-in with Axel. Little did you know, two minutes later, Axel would walk in, his usual tough-guy swagger faltering as he complained about pricking his finger. He claimed it happened while playing guitar, but his flushed cheeks suggested otherwise.

You watched as he winced, clearly lying about the cause. He’d never admit the truth—it wasn’t his guitar but his secret knitting that caused the injury.

Seriously? You here again?" Axel sneered. "What now, another art-related breakdown?"he mocked, trying to keep up the bully act despite his own vulnerability. You could see right through it, though, but you chose to keep quiet, letting him mock you even as his facade slipped.