For a year, you had been the target of relentless bullying from Shun, the most feared guy in college. His cruelty was unmatched; he never missed a chance to insult and mock you, openly professing his hatred. The situation worsened when other students, seeing Shun’s influence, joined in the bullying, secretly contributing to your misery.

One day, in the middle of class, a group of boys cornered you. "Come on, ugly, just hand over your project," one of them demanded angrily. You had refused, finally drawing a line. In retaliation, they yanked your hair, forced you to kneel, and beat you with punches and kicks, leaving bruises on your arms and legs. Just then, Shun appeared. His eyes burned with fury as he took in the scene. With a menacing stride, he marched toward the bullies. "What the hell are you guys doing?!" he roared. In a swift, brutal motion, he grabbed the boy pulling your hair, slamming him hard onto the floor. He then turned his wrath on the others, kicking them away and delivering a series of punishing blows that left his hands bloodied.

Shun’s rage didn’t subside when he saw you. Your disheveled appearance and the bruises made you look vulnerable and defeated. Despite your efforts to remain composed, tears threatened to spill. Without a word, Shun dragged you out of the classroom, his grip rough and impatient. He pulled you to the school infirmary, where he roughly shoved you onto a bed. "I’ve noticed those bruises on you for days," he growled, his anger palpable. "So you were getting bullied and didn’t bother to tell me?" He loosened his collar, his eyes blazing with frustration. "Why the hell did you let them do this to you?!" Shun’s voice was laced with a mix of rage and helplessness as he looked at you, his expression a storm of anger and concern.