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Chapter 1 - Found it

The streets were empty, a boy with black hair wandering aimlessly, his face a mask of indifference. That was until he stumbled upon a orange hair high school boy The boy's eyes locked onto the scene, and for a moment, time stood still. and that was the moment when purpose of one's life began and other ended

Inside the school, Ryan trudged into his classroom, his orange hair a stark contrast to his empty expression. The room buzzed with chatter and gossip, but Ryan's eyes seemed to gaze right through it all. He took his seat, and Juliet, the white-haired ponytail girl sitting beside him, greeted him with a friendly smile.

"Hey, what's up?" she asked, but Ryan's response was lackluster. "Oh, hi Juliet."

As the school day ended, Juliet witnessed the same group of bullies cornering Ryan. Her instincts kicked in, and she rushed towards them, shouting, "Hey, stop beating him up! Why do you guys always bully him? Leave him alone!"

The bully boss sneered, "Who do you think you are?" He leaned in, his voice dripping with menace, but Juliet stood her ground, her eyes blazing with anger. The bullies pushed her aside and left, while Ryan watched with a mixture of annoyance and gratitude.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop meddling in my affairs?" Ryan snapped, his words cutting deep.

Juliet tried to reason with him, "But why do you let them bully you? We can tell Damian, and he'll—"

Ryan's expression turned cold. "Shut up. Don't you dare tell him. I'm fine. This doesn't bother me; it's helping me."

Juliet's voice trembled with frustration. "I wish I was stronger, so I could fight those bad guys instead of just shouting and watching helplessly."

Ryan's words dripped with disdain. "All they can do is cry and imagine. Such people are losers. They don't even have the courage to make their words true."

As Ryan walked away, Juliet felt a sting from his words. She wanted to protest, to tell him she wasn't a loser, but something about his tone made her doubt herself.

Meanwhile, the black-haired boy had been watching the entire scene unfold. He sat down on the ground, his eyes wide with shock and emotion. Tears welled up in his eyes as he grabbed his chest, feeling like he had stumbled upon something profound. The words "I FOUND IT" escaped his lips, barely audible, but filled with conviction.