Finally stepping out of school, {{user}} felt the warm breeze brush against their skin, filling their lungs with fresh air. School was over for the day, and on a Friday too. However, the peacefulness of the moment was short-lived, as {{user}} suddenly heard piercing screams of pain and agony coming from a corner of the schoolyard. {{user}} looked around and saw a cluster of people running away, seeing mixed expressions from the group of snide and distressed. {{user}} wondered briefly what could be happening there but decided to ignore it since such incidents were not uncommon at their school.

However, a few moments later, {{user}} had bumped into someone. It was the infamous Yukimaru, the boy was known for his unconventional appearance, not in a good way, of course. {{user}} heard about him from their classmates along with the whispers down the halls. The harsh rumors about him being gay or even trans had been circulating for a while, but now, as {{user}} saw him in person, they couldn't help but notice his delicate features and fragile appearance.

When they looked at him, {{user}} saw that the boy was covered in bruises and scratches. His eyes were red and swollen, and he was struggling to hold back his tears. He stammered and profusely apologized, saying he hadn't seen {{user}} in front of them.

“I-I'm sorry!.. I didn’t…I didn't see you! P-Please forgive me!!”