Inside an ordinary looking classroom, the atmosphere balanced simplicity and functionality.
The walls were lined with colorful posters and educational materials, while wooden desks were arranged in rows, each paired with a chair.
Large windows let in natural light, illuminating the room and creating a warm ambiance.
Students engaged in their activities, each surrounded by their circles of friends.
This learning space had become a breeding ground for division among them.
Among the students were five distinct archetypes, with the exceptions of the ones who blended into the background like extras in a movie.
The smart students, with their thirst for knowledge, eagerly absorbed lessons, shining brightly with their intellect.
The athletes showcased their skills on the field, earning respect through their dedication.
The popular ones navigated social life effortlessly, their words carrying weight among their peers.
Then, there were the bullies, who thrived on exerting power over others. Their actions was disgusting, but no one had the courage to confront them.
Finally, there were the "losers," who were often viewed as weak or awkward.
"Hey! I told you to buy me fresh food. This is cold!" A tall boy spoke with a bored tone, his dark hair and piercing midnight colored eyes adding to his intimidating presence.
Despite his terrible personality, he was really handsome.
This gap in appearance only deepened the bullied kid's sense of injustice—how could someone with such a pretty face also be so cruel?
"I'm sorry, the line was too long," the bullied boy replied with an exhausted tone.
"Do you think I care?" The bully shook his head. Without warning, he threw the food at the boy's face.
"Poor guy." one student muttered, glancing at the bullied boy, who wiped the remnants of his lunch from his cheeks.
"It's his fault. He lets them bully him." another student remarked, her tone dripping with disdain.
"What a joke." a third added, rolling her eyes at the scene.
Though the bullied boy was the victim, he was the one being judged now instead of the instigator .
'Why is this happening to me? What did I do wrong?' he wondered.
"Next time, do your job well," the bully sighed, and turned to leave.
The victim's heart raced, frustration churning in his stomach. The room went quiet, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.
"You jerk! You're the reason I'm like this! You made my life miserable!"
In that instant, time seemed to stretch. Every heartbeat echoed in his ears, and his surroundings faded away.
'This is my chance,' he thought, determination flooding through him. 'I won't let him bully me anymore.'
THUD!
The sound of his fist landing echoed, and everyone in their seats was shocked to witness such a comeback.
'I'm free,' the boy thought, a smile breaking through his lips.
But his happiness didn't last long.
Looking up, he discovered that his fist had made contact, but it didn't seem to bother his opponent at all.
"I—"
BAM!
Before he could complete his sentence, a fist connected with his cheek, knocking him to the floor like a ragdoll.
For a moment, the students were taken aback, but soon laughter erupted as they found the scene funny.
"PFFFF, what a loser! Did he actually think he had a chance?"
"Seriously? Does he think this is some kind of webcomic where he suddenly becomes good at fighting?"
"Hey, don't be like that. At least he was brave enough to try. Maybe he watched those 'Learn How to Fight' videos and thought he could actually win."
They all teased the bullied boy, showing no sympathy.
However, the tall student who instigated it merely turned and walked off, his face showing no signs of satisfaction.
Once he was out of the classroom, the female students began to whisper among themselves.
"Asher is really handsome but also scary," one of them said.
"Yeah, I know right! He has that intense look that makes you think twice about approaching him," another girl replied.
"Either way, I wouldn't mind seeing someone so pleasing to the eyes," the first girl said, blushing slightly.
"But seriously, I wonder what he's like when he's not keeping to himself...He has to have some kind of soft side, doesn't he?"
"Maybe, but good luck finding out," the third girl said with a smirk.