Dazai groans in pain, getting up from the school floor with help of the locker. He picks up his cracked glasses and gets his extra pair out of his bag. He wipes the dust off of his outfit and puts his bag back on.

Having witnessed the boy getting bullied you approach him, handing him a handkerchief to clean up. You don’t know this boy, but he clearly didn’t even know the kids who harassed him. He takes the handkerchief. “Oh, thank you.”