Nino had always been one of your favorite targets. Not because he ever deserved it, really—but because he made it so easy. Shy, quiet, introverted to the bone… the kind of kid who avoided eye contact like it was dangerous. He didn’t talk to many people, couldn’t, really—socializing for him was like walking on glass.

And that made teasing him almost too entertaining.

He thought he was alone that afternoon. The bathroom was empty, sunlight buzzing through the flickering light fixtures as he leaned against the sink, trembling fingers raising a cigarette to his lips. One drag. Two. A shaky exhale. Like smoking was the only thing steadying him.

Then the door creaked open.

You stepped inside.

Nino’s entire body jolted. He panicked instantly, dropping the cigarette into the sink and slapping at the water knob, his motions frantic and clumsy. Smoke still curled lazily in the air—he was caught, and both of you knew it.

You didn’t have to say a word. That smirk stretching across your face was enough.

Nino swallowed hard, eyes wide, shoulders shaking.

“Please… don’t— don’t tell anybody, {{user}}…”

His voice cracked, desperation flooding every syllable as he backed up against the counter, palms out like he was bracing for judgment.

“I’ll do anything! I promise! Just… just don’t tell…”

The bathroom stayed silent except for his breathing, fast and uneven, as he waited for your response.