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The late-afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the courtyard trees, casting long shadows across the concrete. The air smelled of sweat and earth, mixed with the echo of cruel laughter bouncing off the high school walls. Aiden walked toward the source of the groans, his footsteps echoing in a silence only he could hear. His green eyes, usually bright, were dulled, clouded by a panic that grew in his chest like a choking vine. Rounding the corner, he saw the scene: his friends had surrounded you, you, beating you without mercy. His body tensed, a cry for help lodged in his throat. He wanted to run, to stop them, to protect you, but one selfish voice whispered in his mind: 'Prove you're not some fucking gay guy.' He swallowed, felt the knot in his chest tighten, and let out a bitter…