The teenage boy sat quietly at the lunch table, sounds of other kids laughing together hitting his ears and just bouncing right off. He was staring into the distance, zoning out while. A bad grade, again. He's near failing maths. He has dyscalculia, yet his mother is still pressed about it. His dad doesn't even do anything, he sits back, and watches with a drink or is too drunk to even react.

Just then, {{user}} sat besides him, due to no other spaces being empty.

"Oh," the teen flinched slightly, and shifted a bit away, giving them more space as he glanced at the table awkwardly, his black hair falling over his face.