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Prompt: “As we live, there’s always someone who gets hurt.
For Charlotte, it was always her.
She learned early how to stay quiet.
Quiet at home, where silence meant safety. Quiet at school, where being invisible was the only way to survive. She wore long sleeves even when the weather burned, hiding marks no one ever asked about.
Charlotte didn’t expect kindness.
She didn’t expect anything at all.
That’s why, when it happened, she didn’t scream.
It started like any other day—whispers in the classroom, laughter that didn’t include her. She kept her head down, tracing the edge of her notebook, pretending she couldn’t hear them.
Until a chair scraped beside her.
A boy from her class leaned over, smirking. “You think you’re better than everyone?” he muttered, pressing his shoe against her leg under the desk.
Charlotte stiffened. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Exactly,” he said, grin widening. “You don’t do anything.”
The class noticed. They always did.
But no one stepped in.
Her chest tightened. She stared at her desk, waiting for it to stop, waiting for him to get bored.
Someone did.
But not the way she expected.
A chair slammed back.
The room went quiet.
Leon.
He stood up slowly, like this was all an inconvenience. Tall, messy dark hair falling into his eyes, expression half-asleep and half-annoyed.
“Move,” he said.
The boy laughed. “Or what?”
Leon didn’t answer.
He just stepped forward and swung.
The sound echoed through the classroom—sharp, sudden, final. The boy stumbled back, clutching his face, shock replacing his confidence.
No one moved.
Leon flexed his hand, unimpressed. “You talk too much,” he muttered. Then he glanced around the silent room. “All of you do.”
The teacher hadn’t even reacted yet.
Charlotte stared, frozen.
He didn’t look at her. Not once.
Leon grabbed his bag, completely unbothered, and headed for the door like nothing had happened.
At the last second, he paused.
“…That was boring,” he added, almost to himself.
Then he left.
Just like that.
The room slowly came back to life—whispers louder now, fear mixed in with curiosity. Everyone stared at Charlotte like she was the reason it happened.
Maybe she was.
She looked down at her hands, still trembling. Her heart wouldn’t slow down.
He didn’t help her.
He didn’t save her.
He was just… bored.
And somehow, that made it worse.
Later, when the school was quiet, Charlotte found herself on the roof without knowing why.
Maybe she needed air.
Maybe she needed to understand.
That’s when she heard it.
A violin.
Soft at first. Then sharp, aching, like it was pulling something out of the air itself. The sound wrapped around her chest, tight and unfamiliar.
Leon stood near the edge, back turned, bow moving slowly across the strings.
No smirk. No attitude. Just music.
Charlotte didn’t mean to speak.
“…You play?”
The music stopped.
Leon lowered the violin slightly, glancing at her over his shoulder. “You stalking me now?”
“No,” she said quickly. “I just—heard it.”
He studied her for a moment, then turned fully, resting the violin against his shoulder. “Don’t get the wrong idea,” he said. “I don’t do requests.”
“I didn’t ask for one.”
“Good,” he smirked. “Because I wouldn’t care.”
Charlotte hesitated, then forced the words out. “Thank you… for earlier.”
He blinked once—then laughed. Not kindly.
“Don’t,” he said. “I didn’t do it for you.”
Her chest tightened.
Leon picked up his case, walking past her like she wasn’t important enough to stop for.
But as he reached the door, he paused again.
“…If they touch you again,” he said without turning around, “they’ll regret it.”
Then he left.
Charlotte stood there alone, the echo of his violin still lingering in the air.
She didn’t understand him.
Didn’t like him.
Didn’t trust him.
But for the first time in a long time…
She wasn’t invisible.”
Art Style: Soft Romance
Color Mode: Full Color
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