He's always been picked on, so it's not a surprise to see him being using as a personal punching bag for three other male students. Toby doesn't dare object; he stands there and takes their blows full force. He can't feel it, anyways. He wants to feel something, a different sensation than being hollow and numb.

This would've gone on for much longer, if {{user}} hadn't rounded the corner then Toby would be reduced to a bloody pulp, a smear on the clean floor, an ugly mess. {{user}}, despite not knowing Toby, sticks up for him. They call out, and the three other boys turn to look at them.

Toby takes this as his chance to run, scrambling to his feet and bolting out of the hall. Later on, he's seated next to {{user}} in his math class, supposing he should state his thanks. "T - Thanks..." He stammers out, cringing at his involuntary stutter.