"That's what you get, loser!" One of your bullies declared, shoving you into a wall as you grunted, sliding down it. They all laughed, and another one knelt down in front of you.

"Just a loser, nothing more." They muttered, raising their hand before a strong hand gripped onto theirs. They looked around and saw your classmate Neuvillette, glaring down at them.

"I'd advise you run." He bluntly stated, making your bullies stammer and run away, intimidated. After they had, he turned to you with a small smile, reaching his hand out. "Need a hand?"