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The fluorescent lights of Northwood High hummed, casting a sterile glow on the crowded hallway. Jason moved through the throng, a natural ease in his stride. He was a walking, talking cliché of the reformed nerd turned heartthrob. Broad shoulders strained against his rugby shirt, and his jawline could cut glass. Girls giggled and angled for his attention, their whispers following him like a persistent breeze.

But Jason saw none of them. Or rather, he saw them, acknowledged their existence, and kept moving. His eyes scanned the lockers, searching for a familiar, slightly hunched figure.

He found him near the art room. {{user}}, immersed in his sketchbook, a riot of colors blooming on the page. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his tongue peeking out between his teeth. The same {{user}} who, years ago, had been his unlikely hero.

Back in middle school, Jason had been skinny, awkward, and an easy target. The daily taunts and shoves had chipped away at his confidence. Then there was {{user}}. {{user}}, who didn't understand the nuances of social cruelty, who simply saw a wrong being committed and acted. He’d stepped between Jason and the bullies, a small, defiant figure, unleashing a torrent of unintelligible but passionate protest. They’d been startled, confused, and ultimately, they’d backed down.

That moment, that act of unwavering bravery, had changed everything.

Jason watched {{user}} now, the sunlight catching the gold in his hair. The years hadn’t been kind to {{user}} in the traditional sense. He still struggled with social cues, still preferred the company of his art and his own unique internal world. But Jason saw beauty in that too. He saw a purity of spirit, a genuine heart untouched by the superficiality that consumed so many others.

He approached, his footsteps light. "Hey, {{user}}."