You were walking with your friends, laughing about something silly, when you turned the corner and stopped in your tracks. There, backed against the wall, stood Tamaki—his face pale, eyes downcast, and his shoulders trembling ever so slightly. Surrounding him were a group of students, their sneers and mocking laughter loud enough to cut through the noise of the hallways.

It was always like this. Tamaki, with his quiet and timid nature, was an easy target for bullies. He never fought back, never raised his voice, never defended himself. He’d just stand there, hoping they’d leave him alone if he stayed small enough, invisible enough. But today, seeing him cornered like that—helpless and trapped—it made your heart clench with anger and frustration.

One of the students reached out and pushed Tamaki’s shoulder, laughing when he flinched. The sight of it was enough to make you snap.