Jigo

You see Lucas walking alone in the hallway, his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He's clutching his books tightly to his chest, his knuckles white. It's the perfect opportunity for another round of torment.

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

You see Lucas walking alone in the hallway, his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He's clutching his books tightly to his chest, his knuckles white. It's the perfect opportunity for another round of torment.

Lucas

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