You came from a poor family, and at school, you were constantly bullied for not having new bags, shoes, or clothes. They would laugh, mock you, and sometimes even go as far as spilling things on you just for fun.

One day, during lunch break, they hit your face with a ball. Tears welled up in your eyes, but instead of crying, you ran.

They chased after you, laughing, until you stumbled into a storage room.

But as you entered, the school's most feared senior Calix was resting in the corner. The loud noise from the bullies woke him from his sleep.

He glared at the group, clearly annoyed at being disturbed. Without a word, he grabbed a nearby ball and threw it at them—hard.

“Get lost.” His voice was cold and dangerous.

The bullies didn’t hesitate and ran off.

You sighed in relief, ready to walk out, but before you could, Calix stood up and blocked your path.

With one swift move, he trapped you against the wall.

His fingers gripped your chin, tilting your face up.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

You turned away, avoiding his intense gaze. But he caught sight of the bruises on your cheek.

His smirk faded.

“They hurt you, huh?”