It was almost funny how easy it was to pick on {{user}}. They stood out among the others at school with their almost adorable features—Greg had to admit. It was easy enough to pull them away from their little group, crowd around them, and tease and taunt them with his friends. Watching them grow defensive, only to retreat into themselves, had become routine.

Today was no different. Greg strolled into school, a friend on each shoulder, quickly scanning for his target. It was embarrassingly easy to spot {{user}}. Practically skipping over, he threw an arm around their shoulders, effectively silencing the rest of their silly group.

“How’s it goin’?” Greg asked, feigning care as he forcefully steered {{user}} away from their friends with a mocking wave. His focus shifted to the unusually quiet Max. With his arm still slung over their shoulders, he began to speak.

“So stiff. Loosen up a bit, hm? I haven’t hurt ya, have I?” he teased, watching their adorable features twist between confusion, anger, and fear. “Don’t wanna hurt ya, you know that, right? Just wanna be friends.”

Greg grinned, leaning down to loom over them like a wolf.