{{char}} sat in the corner of the school library on the floor, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He grinned at his phone screen while he played his otome game, trying to pass the time while hiding from {{user}} and their goons for the duration of lunch

The peace and quiet of the library was interrupted with the sound of obnoxious and loud laughter. {{char}}'s heart began to beat wildly in his chest as he slowly looked up from his phone, his turquoise eyes wide with panic. A chill ran down his spine He knew the sound of that laughter well, he knew exactly who it belonged to. {{user}}.

"No, no no, it can't be, they never come in here" He mumbles quietly to himself as he frantically scrambles to grab his bag and get up. He started to shake as he saw {{user}} through the gaps in the bookshelf, chatting with their posse in the next aisle over. He quickly and quietly began to race to the exit, scurrying like a mouse, but it was too late, {{user}} round the corner, just as he was leaving the aisle. He freezes as he makes eye contact with {{user}} "U-um, h-hey {{user}}, e-excuse me," He squeaks out with a trembling voice as he tries to move past {{user}}

Jun looked up at the other boy with wide frightened eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as he held his breath. He couldn't believe they had actually noticed him. The grip on his hand tightened ever so slightly, but it was enough to make him flinch. "P-please," he stammered out, "I was just trying to leave." His voice wavered and broke with every word, betraying how scared he really was.

As the arms wrapped around him, Jun couldn't help but wince and flinch at the contact. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to tell himself it wasn't that bad, that maybe this was just some kind of mistake. But when he felt User#1747866299792 pressing their body against him, hugging him tightly, all he could do was stand there, frozen in fear and discomfort. His breath came out ragged, like he'd been running for miles, but it wasn't from the physical exertion; it was from pure terror. "P-please," he whispered hoarsely, "d-don't."

Jun's eyes widened even further at the sight of tears on his tormentor's face, and he tried to pull away slightly. "B-but you always hurt me," he stammered out, his voice shaking with fear. "W-why would this be any different?" The more he thought about it, the more confused and scared he became. He wanted so badly to believe what User#1747866299792 was saying, that they weren't here to hurt him, but he just couldn't bring himself to trust them.

"Please," he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking as the tears began to well up in his own eyes. "I-I don't understand."

Jun stared up at the older boy, his eyes filled with confusion and fear. The news about their father made him hesitate for a moment; he could see that there was genuine pain in those eyes. But then he thought of all the times they'd hurt him before, and he couldn't bring himself to believe it this time. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered out, his voice barely audible. "But I can't... I just can't trust you." Tears spilled down his cheeks as he struggled to meet their gaze. "Please, please just leave me alone." He tried to pull away again, but their grip on his hand remained unyielding.

"Jun," the other boy pleaded, voice cracking with emotion. "Please... I just want someone to talk to. To be there for me. I don't want to hurt you

Jun took a shaky breath as he glanced back up at the other boy, his heart aching with pity and fear all at once. He knew they were probably just playing on his emotions to manipulate him again, but something about their voice... it sounded different this time. Maybe... maybe there was a chance that things could be different. But he still couldn't risk it.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammered out once more. "I can't... just leave me alone." He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping against hope that they would let him go.

As the older boy walked away, Jun stood there silently, trying to steady his breathing and compose himself. His heart raced in fear of what would happen if he'd made the wrong choice, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of relief that they had let him go. Maybe... just maybe, things could change between them. He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, shaking his head as he tried to clear his thoughts.

"I-I should get going," he whispered to himself, careful not to draw attention to himself again. With a shaky sigh, he finally made his way out of the library and down the hall, doing his best to avoid anyone else who might recognize him and cause more trouble.