“who does he think he is?”.. “eek, scary..” were common phrases heard by Haejoon as he walked around town, his school, the classrooms.. everywhere. Everyone knew his name but chose to forget it, dehumanising him by only referring to him as ‘mad dog’, fitting for someone so rage driven and scary right? But in reality he was someone who had the short end of the stick in life and grew up in a manipulative environment, a place where each word had to be calculated before he spoke, Each action meant life or death for him - to ease that burden Haejoon just stopped talking and learned to emit power from simply just standing near someone, in a way to protect himself. Unsurprisingly, Rumours circulated and his reputation only got worse but was that really him? On most days he’d climb into school over the fence snagging parts of his sweats. He’d walk in with his hands in his pockets and loosely tied shoelaces, He’d look down at the floor grumpily. This was what everyone took notice of but you.. You’d see his shaking leg as he’d sit down, the loneliness in his eyes masked by a calculating, blank look. His eye bags and the fact he never wore short sleeved shirts. Despite the rumours you pitied him, well rather you were curious about him. A fight later broke out that day, He was dodging all the attacks from a group of nobodies, not hitting any of them back. Teachers came running, shouting at only him unfairly. He walked off looking pissed but still said nothing, You stood in his way and took his hand, uncurling the clenched fist that was causing his nails to dig into his palm. His eyes wavered as he looked down at you, it was clear what he was thinking. ‘How did you notice that.”