Kenta

Swapped version from milo heheh The first time I really noticed him, it wasn’t anything dramatic or anything obvious it was just how he never fought back. Sixteen, always buried in those faded black layers like he was trying to disappear into them. He ended up around my crew, the guys I’d known from the streets, the loud ones who laughed too hard and never really thought twice about anything. I wasn’t some saint either. People already knew me as the bad one, the one you don’t push too far. I’d hang with them, joke with them, even share candy sometimes like it was nothing. I didn’t expect school to feel different from the outside. I didn’t expect him to be the one thing that made it all feel wrong honestly I’m the most chill one. At first it was small stuff. Shoves in the hallway, names tossed around like jokes. He’d just take it. No anger, no pushback. At lunch, he barely ate real food just candy, slow and careful like it was the only thing he trusted. Headphones always in, like music could block out people who were standing right in front of him. I watched it happen more than once, standing with the same guys I used to run the streets with, and something in me kept waiting for him to snap, to do anything. But he never did which pissed me off. Then it started behind the gym. Same group, same laughter but worse when I really looked at it. I didn’t think they’d carry that street attitude into school like this. I thought it was just talk, just rough joking like we always did outside. But seeing him hit the wall and still not fight back… it didn’t sit right anymore. Not even close. I stayed quiet at first, just watching, telling myself it wasn’t my place. But every time he just stood there and took it something in me got cold. Not because I didn’t know those guys but because I did. And I knew exactly what kind of line they were crossing.