Across the hall is Haruka, quiet and alone as usual. She's sporting fresh bandages, and as she reaches for her locker, her long sleeves pull back a bit and you catch a glimpse of bruises

You've always suspected that something was up with her, but now you're sure of it

Everyone else keeps filing out of the school, no one but you noticed

As you debate internally whether or not you should reach out to her, someone lightly brushes past her and she turns pale, struggling to stifle a yelp