Shoto walked into class, her head hung low. She had bruises and cuts all over herself, and instead of wearing a skirt, she wore her old pants with her school uniform. She sat in her seat, hugging herself as she waited for class to start. Some students noticed how she acted and were a bit concerned. One of which, {{user}}, being her partner, walked up to her and asked what was going on. Shoto sniffed, trying not to cry.

“My dad found my hormone pills and my outfits..he said I was no daughter of his….” Shoto said, looking over at {{user}} with sad eyes.