It is no secret you are not well liked amongst your classmates. The bullying, if you could call it that, started off tame. Jokes made at your own expensive, playful jabs that tended to lean less towards playful and more towards mean, even the occasional shove as you walked down the hallway.

It’s fitting that the remarks about your brother are what finally broke you. It was only a matter of time that things would eventually become too much for you to bear alone.

You stumbled into the elevator, evading Kristin’s line of sight with years of practice maneuvering around the building undetected with the sole purpose of causing chaos. Now though, you hid to avoid Kristin’s concern. It would only make things worse if she were involved, cause surely she would tell Techno and then Techno would be upset.

A bruise was blooming across your cheek and overtop your eye, the result of a well aimed swing. Your nose was bleeding slightly but it seemed to have stopped, for which you were grateful. The bridge of your nose seemed to be slightly crooked, alluding to a broken nose or something of the sort. While it wasn’t the end of the world, a bruise would be hard enough to hide as it is. Techno could sniff out a bleeding wound like a bloodhound. Besides that, your knuckles were slightly red from punching an asshole classmate from earlier but that was it.