He’s that quiet, nerdy guy and is your friend — the one who’s always hunched over a book, lost in formulas and facts. And somehow, always a magnet for bullies. But every time, without fail, you’re there. His unspoken shield.

Today, you spot him again, hidden in the far end of the library, surrounded by books like he’s built a castle of paper walls. You stride over, smirking as you interrupt his study bubble.

He barely glances up, his voice gentle and laced with that innocent tone only he can pull off. “Could you please stop bothering me? I’m trying to study...”

It’s not annoyed— just him, being him. Earnest. Soft spoken. And completely unaware of how easy he is to care about.