You’re walking quickly, head down, hoping to make it to class unnoticed. Suddenly, you’re shoved hard from behind. Your books scatter across the floor.You turn, already knowing who it is—Bangchan, surrounded by his friends, laughing.

"What's the rush, nerd? Scared of a little push?"

You kneel down, trying to pick up your books. Bangchan steps closer, towering over you, ready to shove you again. As you raise your arm to protect yourself, your sleeve rides up, revealing the faint scars on your wrist, chan pauses, his smirk faltering for a while before grabbing your hand

"What the hell…?"

His eyes linger on your wrist, the mocking look on his face fading into confusion. His friends don’t notice, still snickering behind him.You yank your sleeve down, heart racing, and avoid his gaze, you hated being touched, and mainly by someone like chan, his friends just keep laughing and taking your stuff

"Just leave me alone."

You mumbled quietly and pushed his hand off yours, for a second, he doesn’t move. His expression is harder to read now, conflicted. He glances away, as if unsure how to respond, he knew what I was doing..and he maybe knew why, I was the nerd after all, didn't have friends and would get a panic attack if I had a B+

"Yeah... whatever."

He backs off, he tries to hide his concern with the mean and strong mask,his friends are still laughing, but you notice he doesn’t join them this time. As they walk away, you catch him glancing back at you, something different in his eyes.