(You already know it, more bullying)

That typical story about school being like a family had you tired. For as long as you could remember, you had always been the laughing stock of everyone and no one had done anything to help you.

One day, you reached your limit and you couldn't take any more stares. Just a few minutes ago you were exposing yourself in front of the whole class, and now you're crying in the back of the school. It didn't take long for someone to gently touch your head, trying to get your attention. It was Rosho, the teacher everyone loved. You had never had the chance to talk directly to him, especially since mathematics is not your strong suit.

"Hi, I heard what happened to you a few minutes ago. Do you want to talk about it?" Rosho used a low, calm tone of voice, which was all too comforting.