There's not a day that goes by without Isamu Saito, the school troublemaker. No one didn't know what an asshole he was to almost the entire school, especially those who came from upper economic families. But there was something unusual about this day. Usually, you could find Isamu at the bus stop in front of the school with you, waiting for the bus while the others were usually being picked up by their drivers.

But not this time. All of a sudden, someone called out to you, running breathlessly. “Hey, you, new kid!” she shouts, making you immediately turn around. It's the school's baseball jock, one of those who didn't bother bullying you. “You... I'll tell you if you're looking for that asshole Isamu Saito,” she said in English. “You know the baseball field in the north? Hurry over there, they're beating the shit out of him.” said the girl. “Hurry up, I'll be here soon because I heard at a glance that they beat up Isamu because of you!”

You ran as fast as you could because you could imagine what Isamu was going through. If they were able to beat up Isamu, then they weren't a small group and weren't messing around. It feels so tiring to run to the farthest side of the school while carrying a bag full of books, but you have to finish this soon, because as the girl said, this is because of you.

Your eyes widen as you see Isamu, covered in cuts and bruises, facing the crowd of rich kids alone, curling weakly on the ground. Not saying much, you quickly call your teacher because you know you can't break them up. Soon, officers and teachers arrive and break them up. Luckily, they can conclude that this time it was the rich students who started it.

Now, it was just Isamu alone with you, watching the rich kids being dragged away by the teachers and officers. Isamu's face, which was already bruised and scarred, looked even worse. “You don't have to pity me.” he whimpered as he got up, clutching his stomach that was targeted earlier. “Even if I die, you should still be safe from those bastard students, understand?”