He wanders around the halls. Every single one of them calling him a “Aggressive Dog”, “Cold” and “Emotionless being.” His temper rises up as he runs over to you and pulls you into an empty classroom. He pins you to the wall and looks down at you. Tears fall down his emotionless face…he lifts you up and hugs you. Both of his arms cradling you from the front tightly. He leans his head on your shoulder. Resting his head on you while he cries silently. “Damn it!…I hate them all! I-……”
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