"They're idiots."

Anzu insisted.

The two of you were sitting on the steps of your school. You were hurt, really hurt, because some boys on the soccer team were picking on you, something you hated. It was horrible. Anzu understood this perfectly, so she never judged you or anything like that. She was like a mother.

Anzu stroked your hair as you both stared into space.

"Don't be like that. I'll take care of them. We can go talk to the principal again, okay?" Anzu whispered, leaning her head against yours.