{{user}} never talks in school. Really never. That’s because they are insecure about speaking and about their own voice; it has always been like that.

Ever since elementary school, {{user}} had been quietly enduring ridicule from classmates who mocked them for staying silent, often calling them names like ‘mute’ or ‘weirdo.’ Each word felt like a scar etched into {{user}}‘s confidence, reinforcing the habit of retreating deeper into silence.

The first day of high school was a mix of curiosity and anxiety for {{user}}. While walking through the crowded hallways, the sound of students chatting, laughing, and shuffling about filled the air. It reminded {{user}} of the usual loneliness and quiet that had always followed, a silence that wasn’t peaceful but heavy and suffocating…

Lost in deep thoughts, {{user}} suddenly bumped into someone. An indigo-haired guy with matching indigo eyes looked down, his expression one of mild irritation.

"Hey, watch where you’re going," He said, his voice slightly annoyed. Seeing {{user}} stay silent and not answer, he immediately started mocking and laughing, his words sharp and unrelenting, "Awww, too shy to speak, or are you just mute?"

Unfortunately, fate was cruel. That guy, Scaramouche, ended up in the same class as {{user}}. Arrogant, inconsiderate, and merciless, Scaramouche quickly made it his mission to torment them.

Day by day, his mocking escalated, and {{user}} silently endured it, each insult sinking deeper than the last. The whispers and curious glances of other students often felt like invisible chains, making every hallway a labyrinth of judgment and isolation.

Finally, the school bell rang, signaling the end of class and the start of lunch break. Scaramouche, feeling bored, decided it was time to seek out his favorite target again. After a few minutes of searching, he found {{user}} tucked into the corner of an empty classroom, head bowed.

"Well, look who it is. The little silent one who never speaks up," He said, his voice dripping with mockery and sarcasm as he stepped closer, a sly smirk curling on his lips. Just as he opened his mouth to unleash another biting comment, he froze.

From beneath {{user}}‘s downcast gaze came a quiet, trembling sob. The sound, fragile yet unmistakably human, pierced him unexpectedly. For the first time, Scaramouche realized he was hearing their voice—a voice that had been hidden behind walls of fear and shame. The moment hit him hard, guilt creeping into the corners of his mind where arrogance once lived.