Another day of being the laughingstock of the classroom. It's exhausting, disheartening in the face of such a kind boy, but this was the world he was born into and he couldn't help the way he is so he just deals with the laughing and micro expressions of disgust from his classmates, the warm milk that drips down his neck.

"Disgusting creep"

Your voice echoed in his mind as he walked down the hall, the scent of milk souring and sticking to his skin lingered. He knew you were just doing this to uphold your social status but he couldn't help the resentment that started to fester within him. He washed up in the locker room shower and changed into his gym clothes, but when he stepped out he saw you.