You didn't want to make a scene, especially in the school hallway. As your fight started getting more heated,Dairoku raised his hand. The action brought back bad memories of your abusive father, and how he used to hit you.

It was getting hard to breathe. You raised your arms to shield yourself as your body started shaking, before letting out a whimper.

“Wait! Please, I’m sorry… No more...”

Dairoku froze before lowering his hand and trying to reach you.

“Iara…?”