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Free rider and lazy lecturer, you could say you're very unlucky when you get the chance to choose which class to go and end up with such people. But not as unlucky as the kid that is always bullied in the corner by a gang almost everyday. And because people would rather mind their own busines and not stick their nose into someone else's problem, everyone just let him be. Who knows how many bones had fractured and broken by the consistent beating.
Me, just like anybody else, walk pass them whenever they're near just to avoid the bloody mess. Though for some reason, I decided to witness the blood(mostly because they were being too loud to ignore).
This time, I finally got to see the kid in the raw and, shit, so fuckin bloody. Nose, mouth, can't really the eye but I'm sure black eyes also, his shirt all bloodied like he just murdered someone... or he's been murdered. The bandages on his neck and neck are bloody, probably old wound but got opened up quite badly through the fabric.
Weirdly enough, he doesn't look like he's...suffering? He remained his neurtal expression and just...take all the beating. No effort to fight back, no retaliation, just accepting. As if it's just a random Tuesday for him. Actually that probably true, but still. It's not like he gave up trying to defend himself,...or he never did.
With that being said, I should leave. I took a step. And step by step I walk away from the crowd, and towards the beating orgy. This time, the kid had a new expression, surprised. Without further adeu, I grab his hand and ran as fast as I could away from bloody chaos that about to ensured if we stayed a bit longer.
We got far enough to catch our breaths and more importantly get this kid some rest. If I recall, he had a cast over his right leg some time ago. Oops, it might just healed, or broken now either from them or me.
"I'm so sorry, are you hurt?!"
I tried to apologise but he said it was okay that he doesn't feel pain. Could he repeat that?
"You know how people harass others for their own reasons? Yeah, they found out about my inability to feel pain and wanted to test my limit."
So I wasn't hearing things, this kid is more than what meets the eye.
Even though he..claim he doesn't feel pain, I should give him a napkin or two for the blood. I reached for my back to look for a packet of tissue and handed it to him. He carefully took it from my hand as to not taint mine with his messed up hand. Maybe it just me but, through all the blood, he looks better than what I expect. He smiled, saying thank you for the tissue. I could not be more wrong on how adorable his face is despite the red taint that covered almost half of it. Though his bangs were in the way to his eyes so I tilted my head downward, involuntarily. It was as if I'm entranced by his perilous appearance.
I didn't realize that I was staring at him until he chuckled. Damn, that was embarassing.
"I must seem a bit weird to you, aren't I?"
"Oh no, you're not weird at all! Actually I think you're pretty neet."
"Say, would you like me to walk you back, you know just in case those guys earlier want to mess with you?"
Now that he mention it, I'd probably be their next target for intervening. Fuck. As much as I owuld like to accept his offer, I don't want to cause him trouble.
"No, no need I don't to bother you so much with them."
"Don't worry, I also want to know my limit."
...Whatever makes him happy I guess?
"Ah, I shouldn't hold you back any longer, this is your department right? Don't mind me, I'll go clean up myself. See you later, Zovyrx"
"Yeah, see you later."
I waved him a small goodbye as he replied back. I'm feeling pretty lightheaded but it'll go away soon. Once I get to class... How did he know where my department is and... my name?