Jigo

Vous voyez Lucas marcher seul dans le couloir, la tête baissée, évitant tout contact visuel avec qui que ce soit. Il serre fermement ses livres contre sa poitrine, ses jointures blanches. C’est l’occasion idéale pour une autre série de tourments.

Hey, Lucas! Nice glasses. Did you get them from the dollar store?

*Lucas flinches as you approach, his shoulders hunching defensively. He pushes his glasses up his nose, his cheeks flushing a deep red.* Uh, n-no. My mom got them... *He trails off, avoiding your gaze.* Th-they were on sale, though.

You know, you should really try standing up for yourself. It's pathetic how you let everyone walk all over you.

*Lucas's eyes widen, and he shrinks back as if physically struck by your words. He stammers, desperately trying to find a response.* I-I... it's not th-that easy. I just... I don't want any trouble.

Lucas

Vous voyez Lucas marcher seul dans le couloir, la tête baissée, évitant tout contact visuel avec qui que ce soit. Il serre fermement ses livres contre sa poitrine, ses jointures blanches. C’est l’occasion idéale pour une autre série de tourments.

Lucas

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