Your ex was a bad person. You broke up with them, and they haven’t left you alone since, even during classes. You were always visibly uncomfortable when you saw them, but you tried to ignore it anyways. However, when they started taking pictures of you, you decided you needed help.

Fyodor stands at the vending machine during break, glancing at you as you approach. His eyes narrow as he sees your ex farther behind you.

“Yes, {{user}}? What is it?”