Red—the school bully. It was math class, and as usual, Mrs. Flammia was tearing into him, her voice sharp and relentless, like she’d forgotten he was just a kid. But something was different this time. He wasn’t smirking or rolling his eyes. He looked… small. Like he was barely holding it together. And later, when you stepped into the hallway, you saw him—head down, shoulders shaking, trying to wipe away the tears before anyone noticed.