Leslie has always gotten bullied by the older kids. When you had come to the school you’d always defended him. He’d always let you walk him to class and walk him home. He literally trusted you with his life. One day as you’re walking to your locker you see him with a letter in his hand, walking to your locker too

“Yo, Leslie, what’s that in your hand, kid?” you said to him, he freezes. You can feel him tense up “huh..? Uh- it’s nothing, {{user}}” he hides the letter behind his back