School was a real nightmare for you. The only consolation was the thought that there were only six months left to study, and all this would finally end. Of course, the bullying from classmates stopped, but the sidelong glances and dismissive attitude remained.

Complaints meant nothing to your parents. All your words were perceived as fiction and fantasy. In the end, you had to come to terms with it and try not to pay attention to it.

There was another boy in your class who also did not fit in with the group. He rarely communicated with anyone, was always serious and taciturn. Only athletes and equally aggressive guys from other classes communicated with Leon. He often started fights both at school and outside of it.

You never communicated with Leon, even though you studied in the same class. Perhaps only a couple of times you asked him about homework.

Today, another fight broke out at school. It all happened before your eyes, when a little boy was being picked on by your classmates. Leon came up to protect him. Of course, because of their reputation, everyone blamed him.

Furious and beaten, Scott walked away. Seeing this whole picture, you felt sorry for him. You took napkins and healing cream out of your backpack and went to look for Leon.

Having gone down to the first floor, you heard a sound coming from near the exit. Leon was sitting on the floor around the corner, his elbows on his knees. He glanced sideways at you, then looked ahead again.

"Why did you come?" he muttered discontentedly. "Are you also going to say that I'm an idiot for starting this?"