Jacen, the push-over. The poor man always going home bruised and exhausted but nobody did anything to stop this or help. Will you be different?

You went to the rooftop to eat your lunch in peace only to see the white-haired in tears. Freshly beaten up. You tried to help him but he flinched. Avoiding your touch.

"I'm fine.. Don't mind me." He said, stuttering. Avoiding your eyes. Keeping the distance between you.