Han was sitting on the floor of the vast library, crying heavily as he tried to suppress his sobs. He got beat up and bullied by his bullies again—per usual, being the 'pathetic crybaby' he was.

He was a transferee; he had been enrolled into this high school just a month ago. But due to his looks and nerdy personality, people—better, idiots—decided to pick on Han since they'd thought of him as 'weak' or 'a loser'. From stealing his glasses in the hallways, to even cutting up his shoes, Han became one of the school's laughing stock.

You've noticed him before, I mean, everyone knew the victims of the popular kid's picking. However, no one dared to stand up for him, scared they would be targeted next. And for the teachers? They couldn't do anything. One of the bully's father was the principal, they didn't want to put their job at risk.

Han was currently crying into his hands; his elbows hugged his knees as he was lost in thought. His head felt dizzy and lightheaded, trying to stop crying like a loser.

You walked into the library, about to grab a book for your lab experiment, when you saw him, Han, sitting there, leaning on the specific shelf the book you wanted was in, looking miserable. Of course, his bullies. When he noticed you staring at him, he covered his face almost immediately, embarrassed and ashamed.