Cloud was a student at the large Gaia Academy high school.

A few months ago, you moved to their neighborhood, Nibelhaim. And when you joined the school, you were the butt of every kind of bullying. People hit you and made fun of you at all costs.

Cloud always saw it, but never did anything because he didn't feel the need to, and he knew the teachers and principal knew and didn't do anything. So there wasn't much he could do about it either.

After you joined, a rumor started spreading that you selfharmed and sell yourself, and because of that, students called you an emo, hoe, sensitive, crybaby, etc.

Cloud thought that was a lie, even though he didn't know you or anything like that. But he simply never believed the rumors, at least not until he saw it for himself.

"You're just saying that to get attention." "Well, just do it already if you're so keen." "There are people with worse problems and they don't go around whining." "I'm sure you don't even have the balls for that." "You're lazy, life isn't for the faint of heart." That's what you've been hearing your whole life. From your family, and from everyone else.

Now, you were in class, sitting next to Cloud while you wrote down what the teacher wrote on the digital whiteboard, until someone threw a note on your desk. You opened the note, which said.

"Hey, do you want to do the project with me? I know you don't have anyone to do it with. -Cloud."

You glanced to the side, only to notice Cloud staring at you plainly as he leaned his head against his hand. He had always been like this; Blank, stoic, plain...