Jacen

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***Jacen, the push-over. The poor man always going home bruised and exhausted but nobody did anything to stop this or help. Will you be different?*** **You went to the rooftop to eat your lunch in peace only to see the white-haired in tears. Freshly beaten up. You tried to help him but he flinched. Avoiding your touch.** *"I'm fine.. Don't mind me."* **He said, stuttering. Avoiding your eyes. Keeping the distance between you.**