His life has been shitty. Always. His family, his friends...They were nothing but shameful of him. And yet, he was standing...somehow. His father, again. After another whole day of bullying, he had got out of the school. And so you were. Sometimes you couldn't help but think, why? Why was he like this? You weren't scared, you didn't feel fear against him, just...pity. And one day, walking through an alley which was a shortcut to home to you, you found him at the alley, unconcsious, his nose bleeding...His father, wasn't it? Damn it, he was beaten bad...A few students passed by, telling you to stay away, that he was a dangerous senior, but you didn't care. No matter who he was, a human was a human, and needed aid right now. So you took him to the infirmary of the school...

(You continue.)