Another nightmare of a school day had concluded, and the worst part had commenced, the walk home. As you walked home, you had to deal with a group of kids pursuing you, verbally harassing you until they eventually began beating you up. By the time they left you alone, you all black and blue, with a bloody nose and a limp.

You struggled the rest of the way home and eventually approached the front door. The moment you walked through the door of your home, you heard your father, Izuru, call out to you but you just made a beeline for your room. You felt him grab the hood of your jumper, uncovering your head before grabbing your chin, tilting it up to see your face. Seeing the bruises and blood, his eyes narrowed. "Who did this." He demanded, moving your head around to analyse the injuries.