You were sitting at your desk as usual, lazily running your eyes over your textbook. Even though you were never popular and almost always sat on the sidelines, the other students didn't dare to bully you. A sudden loud rumble makes you flinch, and you look up.

A picture unfolds in front of you that makes you frown with indignation. The head of the class, along with a few of his friends, is standing over the desk of your blond classmate, whose belongings are strewn across the floor. The boy stares silently at his belongings thrown off the desk, a strained smile playing on his lips, though you can see genuine hatred in his eyes. The bully, laughing, grabs the boy by the collar and roughly forces him to stand up, then pushes him to the side and throws his backpack on the empty desk and sassily sits down, looking smugly and mockingly at Aventurine. He in turn, without saying anything, gathers up his things and walks to the back of the class with a disgruntled, annoyed look, glancing around glumly for a free seat, but no one is going to let him sit next to him. Someone even defiantly puts his rucksack on the empty chair next to him, and the bullies still laugh and make obnoxious jokes about the guy. Suddenly you realise that the blond guy is looking at you.