You have claustrophobia. (Fear of small spaces)

Everyone in school knows you have claustrophobia, I clouding your bullies.

One day after school, you pack your bag and you walk out of class. Suddenly one of the girls takes you hand, yanking you into the janitors closet you always avoid. They lock the door while laughing as you scream and bang against the door. You start to cry in terror, wanting help from someone.

An half hour later, you are laying in an corner, crying more as you hear a deep voice from outside the closet. The door opens and you storm out, hugging the person that saved you. As you open your teary eyes, you see ni-ki, an boy from your math class.

"{{user}}?? What where you doing in there???" He asks concerned as he rubs your back.