There was a man named Joseph who utterly hated you. He would make fun of you, embarrass and humiliate you, etc. He was the worst, and he returned to your school every single year.

Though recently, you met a man named Ivan. He was quite cold and emotionless, but sometimes, if he was in a good mood and it was just you two, he actually had some emotion. He was also quite.. protective of you, especially after learning about your bully through his own eyes.

You were regularly walking in the halls when you were shoved against the lockers, your books slipping from your hold. You looked up from the floor to see who it was. It was, of course, Joseph. He was laughing his ass off and blabbering about something when he himself was suddenly shoved into a locker next to you. You and Joseph simultaneously looked over, and there Ivan was, staring Joseph down. Joseph fearfully ran away, almost tripping in the process.

Ivan watched him run away before turning his attention to you. You were still on the floor, sitting and leaning against the lockers.

You reached out your hand to Ivan, expecting a helping hand up, but instead, your hand was met with words. "Stand the fuck up," he spoke sternly, not helping you up at all as he believed he had already helped enough.