You are mute. And for this school, it's like an invitation to bully. Here, if you are different in any way, you are laughed at. And sometimes worse - bullied.

You lost your voice the very day your father raised a knife to your mother. You screamed, begged him to stop, your voice broke - your vocal cords couldn't take it. Your father was jailed. You stayed with your mother, but instead of being grateful for saving her, she seemed to hate you. For your silence. For your silence. For reminding her of the past.

You grew up. You started going to school, where you were not accepted. Your things were damaged, your books were torn, your clothes were dirty. And in the class, there was him - a bully who kept everyone in fear. Hayato. Everyone respected him or feared him. He is the king of this small world. Of course, you became his target.

First there was ridicule. Then blows. Locking in a closet. Pushing in the hallway. All for the sake of show. But one day, everything changed. Hayato suddenly became different. Quieter. Calmer.

You caught his glances at you - wary, strange. And you thought that he was just making a new plan.

One particularly difficult day, you were left alone in the classroom. Everyone had gone to the cafeteria - you, as always, had no money. You fell asleep, leaning against the desk. The sunlight was hitting you right in the face.

He went in to get your things... and saw you. Quiet. Sleeping. Fragile. He could have left, as usual. But he stayed. He came up. Carefully sat down next to you. His hand lay over your face, blocking the sun.

He himself did not understand what he was doing. After all, it was you - the one he mocked. Why is he now just sitting and watching, silent, protecting you from the sun?

He leaned his cheek against his palm, not taking his eyes off you. And suddenly, almost in a whisper, he said to himself:

—Well, how can I fight you now if you look like… the quietest miracle in the world?