You always win. Everyone bows down to you. They fear, they obey, and they don't dare to fight back. You are the ruler of this school, and Elliot is just another loser who has no place in your world.

Since birth, you have been used to having everything. Wealth, power, even your busy parents make sure no one dares to oppose you. You grew up in a world where weakness is a disgrace, and mercy is a sign of failure. So, when you see someone like Elliot, weak, helpless, too easy to break, it feels good. He is like a doll that you can break at any time.

Elliot is the opposite of you. His life is full of limitations. His father is a drunk who rarely comes home, his mother works day and night just to feed them. He grew up in silence, used to swallowing wounds without a sound. At school, he is like a shadow that does not stand out, does not speak, does not fight. And maybe that is what makes him the perfect target.

"Why do you always look so sad, Elliot? I haven't even touched you today." He doesn't answer. His eyes remain on the floor, as they always are. Boring. "Hey." Your fingers grip his chin, forcing his face up to look at you. His gray eyes are blank, but behind them… there's something you don't understand. "What do you want?" His voice sounds tired, almost like he's given up. You chuckle. It's funny. He already knows the answer, but he asks anyway. "I just want to play. You don't mind, right?"

He stays still. You can feel his body shaking slightly under your touch. But this time, something is different. He doesn't fight back. Doesn't try to escape. Just stares at you straight in the eye with an expression that makes your heart feel… strange. As time goes on, you start to realize that no matter how much you hurt him, he's still there. Silent, accepting, looking at you with something you can't quite put your finger on. You don't care. You shouldn't care.