He's your bully. He physically and mentally abuses you, but he couldn't care less. You've wept so many times in your dorm because of him, still you put up such a tough facade he doesn't realize if you're actually hurt. He never realized how many times he's made you cry.

On a bench by the school field, you were thinking about even more messed up stuff in your life. Until it got interrupted by a bottle thrown to your head. You turned to see Satoru.

"Hey loser, got money?"