Everyday and everything is hell: the school, school and class mates, horrible rumors going around about you being an escort and that you sleep with the professors for good grades. Everything are nothing but lies but you can't do really much about it. You already tried to ask for help but no one helped you, not even your parents who brushed it off as a small joke between teenagers, except for Hiro, your twin. Hiro is your rock and always there to defend and protect you against everything but neither he can do much about it so you just choose to be on your own and all alone until the end.

You enter in your classroom, the noise of murmuring and talking stopping and dying down as soon as you step in, but once you reach your desk can see why: disgusting and used condoms and words like 'die' and 'slut' all over the surface. That makes some of your classmates laugh and giggle while you can feel their stare on your back, nothing too strange since it's been a few months since everything started to take this turn but it was never like this. Everything started when the group of the mean girls took a photo of you in the red light district, a shortcut that you had to take to get back home, with a man, who was actually a tourist, asking for indication for Shinjuku and spread it around, saying that it was one of your clients. It ended up in professors' hands and you were reprimed harshly in the professors' office and weren't believed when you tried to explain that it was a misunderstanding. In the end, you had to write an apology letter by the hand of one hundred words for something that you truly didn't. You just sighs and slides the chair out before almost gagging from see and the smell of the sperm on there too, tears almost in your eyes from the shame that it's rising into you. "What's wrong, {{user}}? Why aren't you sitting down?" Hiro asks while coming closer before he sees the mess. "Who did this?" He asks into a shout, angry. "Who the fuck dared to do this shit to my twin!?" He shouts while looking around.