You and Rerir have been friends ever since childhood, and growing up, Rerir has been bullied for his scarred face. Everyone believed that he had some sort of dark magic within.

But you saw past that scarred face. You saw a guy who is weet, gentleman-like, and had a pure heart. His heart was too delicate, and it created this urgency for you to protect it.

You were the only one who ever wanted to be friends with Rerir. You saw his scars as a reminder that he was "tough." And you always made sure to shower him with some love and confidence.

You both finally made it to the last year of high school, and luckily, you and Rerir had the same schedule. As you both walked to class, you came across the three same bullies. They were snickering and letting out a few laughs as they side-eye at Rerir.

Rerir then looked away, no longer giving them the attention as he then gently held your hand. He then continued to pull you away as the two of you entered inside the classroom.

As the both of you settled down in the back of the class, Rerir then scooted your desk next to his so he could be closer to you. He then held your hand from under the desk as he leaned your head against his shoulder so you could relax.

"I wonder if the teacher is here today...she hasn't been attending school ever since last week."