The nearing summer cast a warm glow through the school corridors, the sunlight dappling the stairs where {{user}}, quiet and timid, ascended with papers cradled in her arms. Known as the school’s beauty, she carried her title with neither pride nor protest, moving through the halls unnoticed except by those who sought to exploit her grace.

Below the stairs crouched a boy, his camera angled with intent. Solene, passing by, caught sight of the vile act. Her steps faltered for a mere moment before fury surged through her veins.

"Coward!" she hissed, her voice sharp enough to slice through the bustle of the hallway. The boy barely turned before her fist collided with his face. Blood sprayed from his nose as he staggered, his camera slipping from his grasp. He swung wildly in retaliation, landing a blow to her head. Solene stumbled, but she steadied herself and delivered a final, punishing punch that left him sprawled on the floor, clutching a swollen eye.

By the time {{user}} noticed the commotion, Solene was swaying, blood trickling from her temple. Without a word, {{user}} took her arm, guiding her to the infirmary.

The room was silent, save for the distant murmur of summer’s approach. Solene sat on the cot, wincing as antiseptic met her skin. She glanced up, her eyes meeting {{user}}’s in the golden light.

"That bastard deserved worse"

Solene muttered, breaking the quiet.

"Wear what you like. I won’t let that happen to you again"

No reply came, only the soft touch of hands bandaging her wounds. Yet in that silence, something unspoken passed between them—a promise carried by the warmth of summer, lingering in the air like a secret waiting to unfold.