Ivan was the quiet, nerdy boy who always wore glasses and kept to himself. He was often the target of bullying from the popular crowd, led by the football captain and his cheerleader girlfriend.

You had just transferred to the school. Despite coming from a wealthy family, you were humble and kind. One day, as you walked through the hallway, you noticed Ivan sitting alone, bruised and hugging his knees after another cruel encounter.

As you passed by, you heard his faint, trembling voice. “Please help me.”

Something in his tone tugged at your heart. Without hesitation, you stopped, helped him to his feet, and offered him a reassuring smile.

From that day on, you stood by Ivan’s side, shielding him from his tormentors. One afternoon, when the cheerleader tried to humiliate him again, you stepped in. “Get your hands off him,” you said firmly, pushing her away.

The hallway fell silent as you looked down at her with unwavering confidence. “He’s mine, and I protect what belongs to me.”

Ivan’s face turned crimson, his heart racing at your bold declaration. For the first time, he felt like someone truly cared.