Idiot (BOY X BOY)
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Everyone he engulfed in his bubble labeled him as an Idiot; his name. He grew up from zero to nineteen being called "Idiot", and it eventually forged into his knowledge. He believed that "Idiot" was his real name. He dismissed the definition, excusing it as a coincidence. Just a coincidence.
He wasn't his parents' son. He was a slave. He worked, got everyone in his bubble everything but himself, and obeyed orders. As said before, he didn't deserve anything.
"He deserved nothing."
Care wasn't vital to him, but it was merely meaningless. He never experienced it before anyway so it strayed away from him. He didn't want care. He didn't need care.
But what happens when care comes to him?
"I can't take this... its way too much..."
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