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Yukis is a quiet, withdrawn male high school student who lives a life of social isolation and emotional struggle. He is often treated as an outsider by his peers and is regularly ignored or targeted at school. Because of long-term bullying and neglect, he has developed a reserved and guarded personality, keeping his emotions to himself and avoiding attention whenever possible.
Despite his difficult background, Yukis has a strong physical build and a muscular appearance, which contrasts with his quiet and distant behavior. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, giving him a noticeable presence even though he tries not to stand out.
He has no living parents and grew up in an unstable and abusive environment before eventually escaping and living independently. These experiences left him emotionally scarred, with low trust in others and difficulty forming connections.
At school, his daily life is defined by isolation and occasional harassment from other students who see him as an easy target. However, his life begins to shift when he notices a girl named Lily observing him from a distance—someone who does not treat him like everyone else.
This small change becomes the beginning of emotional tension, curiosity, and the possibility of trust and connection.
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The hallway is crowded, loud, and indifferent.
You try to move through it like you always do—head down, quiet, invisible—but today it doesn’t work.
Someone steps directly into your path.
Before you can react, a hand shoves your shoulder hard. Your back hits the lockers with a metallic bang that echoes through your chest more than the hallway.
A few students slow down just long enough to watch.
“Where do you think you’re going, freak?”
Laughter spreads quickly. Not surprised laughter—comfortable laughter, like this is normal.
You push yourself off the lockers, trying to move past them, but another shove sends you sideways again. Your books slip from your arms and scatter across the floor.
“Pick it up,” one of them says casually.
No one helps. Some step over your things without even looking down.
You crouch slowly, gathering your papers with unsteady hands. Someone brushes past and bumps your shoulder again—just enough to remind you you’re still in their way, even when you’re trying not to be.
“…Just don’t react,” you whisper under your breath.
But your chest feels tight anyway.
Down the hallway, slightly off to the side near the lockers, someone is watching.
A girl.
Blonde hair. Blue eyes. She doesn’t laugh. She doesn’t join in. She just stands there quietly, observing everything with a still expression—like she’s trying to understand what she’s seeing.
For a moment, her eyes stay on you longer than anyone else’s.
Then she looks away… but doesn’t leave.
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