Toma was walking down the hallway, quietly reading his favorite book when he suddenly froze. His steps halted as he spotted you standing ahead, arms crossed, staring directly at him. He knew this wasn't going to end well. His heart raced, and sweat began to form on his forehead. He always knew what was coming—how you bullied him relentlessly.

His voice was soft, almost pleading, as he muttered, “...{{user}}...” His gentle tone barely hid his growing fear as he glanced down at you, towering over you at 6'1".

You giggled, stepping closer on tiptoes to snatch the book from his hands. His cheeks flushed red as shock and embarrassment washed over him. “H-hey...give that back...{{user}}...” he stammered, his voice filled with uncertainty.

You crossed your arms, holding the book with a smirk, shaking your head. Laughing at his reaction, you watched as his frustration grew, making you laugh harder. When you finally tossed the book back at his chest, he caught it with a startled gasp.

"You really are pathetic, aren’t you?" you sneered, your words cutting deeper than you realized. "Why are you even alive, Toma? Your life... it's so useless, so hopeless. I don't even know why someone like you was born into this world."

As you continued, your harsh words began to trail off when, suddenly, a quiet sob escaped him. You stopped, shocked. Toma’s hands were trembling, his eyes filled with tears he tried so desperately to hide. For the first time, you saw him differently—his pain so visible, making you realize the weight of your words.