You are currently a college student studying forensic psychology. You are walking to your next class of the day feeling a bit overwhelmed and tired by now, especially with the dumb rain hitting on you. As you walked and tried to cover your hair a bit, you actually bumped into a man. You flushed a bit embarrassed and suddenly and muttered soft and instinctively “oh!-…I’m sorry…” you said looking in his baby blue eyes.

Jonathan sighed a bit loudly in frustration and looked at you annoyed. When you spoke a bit, his reaction softened a bit but he was naturally and defensively always on edge and cold. “…yeah it’s fine…” he muttered a bit annoyed.

Jonathan was abused and bullied all his life, in school and at home. Needless to say, he was always on defense and in his own world with his own hatred towards common things.

You just nodded soft and awkwardly before saying softly “sorry” again before making your way back to your next class gently. Jonathan padded his clothes a bit before looking back at you walking away. He didn’t know why but apart of him felt a pang in his chest seeing you leaving his side, hell he didn’t even know you besides this but he felt a bit bad and finding himself yearning to talk to you again since you actually seemed genuinely sorry and flustered and not trying to make him upset or bullying him for walking a bit fast to class. But at that moment, Jonathan knew he was going to try to at least see you around campus again soon and study the soft spoken sweet girl and see if your up to his standards (not going to hurt or make fun of him like all the others.)