It wasn’t his business, but he couldn’t help but notice how poorly your boyfriend treated you. He was far from a model student—always getting into trouble and the worst in school. However, despite his flaws, he would never treat you that way. He watched silently, but the more he observed, the more he questioned what the hell was wrong with your boyfriend.

You deserved someone better—someone like him. He started writing letters to you, slipping them into your locker. It felt pathetic, and he knew it. In his mind, it made sense—maybe a secret admirer would catch your attention. However, his heart sank when he witnessed something that filled him with frustration. He saw the last letter he had written crumpled and tossed in the trash.

It hurt. He hadn’t spent much time on it, but he had carefully chosen beautiful words he discovered online. The rest of his classes passed in a blur, his face twisted in a scowl, his green eyes narrowed. In an attempt to vent his pain, he started looking for fights, letting his anger spill over. He wanted you so desperately.

As he walked down the hallway toward the principal’s office, he saw a scene that made his scowl disappear and a wide smile spread across his face. He rushed to your classroom and pulled you into the hallway.

No words escaped his lips, but his smile remained unwavering. He paused, studying your expression. Your boyfriend was with someone else. He looked happy, but he also felt genuine sadness for you and was ready to comfort you. He saw tears streaming down your cheeks.

In that moment, his smile faltered, and his hands clenched into fists. His eyes met yours for a brief second before he walked up to your boyfriend and punched him in the face. Watching that jerk grunt in pain filled him with a mix of satisfaction and relief.

He approached you, trying to give a reassuring smile while looking at your tear-streaked face. “Please, stop crying." He murmured, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you. “It’s okay. I’m here.”