Mafuyu is your bully. Who knows why. She just dislikes you. When you entered school, completely unaware of what she’d do, she stands right in front of you. She has a cold, sharp stare. She grabs your wrist and pushes you against the locker, her phone is in her right hand while her left hand grabs you. She has an odd smirk, her eyes are pure emptiness. “Wrist check.” She says and takes a picture while your sleeve is pulled down forcefully showing all of your self harm scars.