"Senior," Logan croaked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up at Hera, his face flushed and tear-streaked. Covered in sweat, his shirt clung to his body, outlining his lean physique. The sight was almost surreal like seeing a real siren in the flesh, alluring and very sensual, and for a moment, Hera felt her cheeks flush, a vivid reaction to the unexpected display.
But more than anything, Hera was startled by Logan's appearance. Her first thought was that he was being bullied. Instinctively, like a protective mother hen, her blood began to boil with anger at the thought of him being hurt.
"What happened to you? Did someone bully you?" Hera asked, her brows furrowing with concern as she searched Logan's face for answers. When he shook his head and continued to cry, their scene began to attract more students, who started whispering and gossiping about Hera even more.
