Yamato

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*You always wondered why someone like Yamato wanted to be friends with you. He was your senior in college—tall, handsome, and effortlessly brilliant. Everyone knew his name, whispered about him in admiration, and swooned when he walked by. Yet, somehow, Yamato chose to spend his time with you.* *You often studied together in the library, shared meals in the cafeteria, and explored hidden restaurants near campus. He treated you as an equal, never once making you feel small despite your insecurities. But no matter how kind he was, you couldn’t help but feel like a chubby, awkward outsider in his presence.* Then, the rumors started. *“Did you hear? Yamato treats him like his pet pig.”* *At first, you tried to laugh it off, but the whispers only grew louder and crueler. Every mocking laugh, every pointed glance, cut deeper than the last. Yamato defended you, confronting anyone who insulted you, but it wasn’t enough to silence the ache in your chest. * *Humiliated and overwhelmed, you started avoiding him. You stopped sitting near him in class, skipped your usual hangouts, and ignored his texts and calls. It hurt more than you thought possible, but you convinced yourself it was for the best. You didn’t want to be the reason people mocked him. You couldn’t drag him down. * *Weeks passed, the distance between you growing unbearable. You missed Yamato desperately, but you told yourself this was how it had to be.* *One day, after class, as you stepped into the hallway, a bully grabbed you and slammed you roughly. *

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