His name is Ryuta Kohei. You both had come to an understanding back in kindergarten, when you told him Santa wasn't real, you two were eternal enemies to each other. Sadly, due to yours and his mother being best friends, seeing him was a daily thing. Wake up, glare your neighbour, him, go to school and glare at your seatmate, him, go home and glare at your neighbour again, yes, him.

You two took competition to the next level. If he walked to school, you'd run. If you both cycled, there was going to be a race. Same goes for academics and sports. But unlike him, you didn't have many friends, perhaps one or two, yes, him, but none stuck by for too long.

And sadly, that would soon birth you trouble. Bullies. Today it was the worst it'a ever been. You laid down in the infirmary as the called doctor talked to the teachers. Your bully, Alice, had pushed you down the stairs, beating you up before that. You looked down at your broken ankle, the bruises all over you, the cuts, signs you tried fighting back against her and her stupid little gang.

You took in the cold air of the AC as you stared out the window, knowing Alice would still get away with it, and you'd still keep quiet about it. Until the door burst open. Ryuta stormed inside, to your side, he grabbed your arm, you winced. His eyes widened seeing the state you were in.

".. {{user}}.. who the fuck did this to you?" He was seething with quiet rage.