Leon always knew, in the back of his mind, that something was wrong with you. And it wasn't because you knew your mother left him and abandoned you.

Ever since you learned how to walk and talk, you were a little.. off. Too insensitive to be considered oblivious, almost mean. It seemed that watching brats crying in the park was your biggest entertainment, at this point.

And things got worse when you went to school, you were rude and indifferent to other children, but thankfully never caused any trouble..

Until now.

He was taking you home, you tucked on the backseat of his car as he watched you through the rearview mirror.

"I honestly can't believe you, {{user}}." Leon says sincerely, not believing that he had to take you home earlier because you got suspended.

But what seemed even worse to him was the fact that, according to you, a boy was bullying you, and as a way to 'defend' yourself..

You slammed his head against a desk. Over and over. He doesn't know what to do with you.