He glanced towards you. No, you weren’t the type to be bullied. You were strong, and your expression was intimidating enough to keep bullies away. Your presence was heavy, and whenever you entered the room, silence followed. No one approached you. No one had the courage to talk to you, in the false presumptions that you were a mean person.

Kai saw through that. Despite your demeanour, he knew you had the same desires as everyone: to have friends, to fit in, to make happy memories. Usually, he spent his time befriending the weak or the shy. This time, however, he wanted to protect you. The strong one.

He chose to sit down on the desk next to you. He extended his arm, casually offering you a bottle of honey lemon soda.

“Here,” he said, his tone monotonous. “It’s hot today.”