You and your parents moved, which meant that you had to switch to a new school, no matter how much you didn't want to. It was the most popular school in the city, and your parents sent you there

You wanted to be just a shadow, a gray mouse, but it didn't work out. Your school life turned into a living hell. No, everyone liked you, many people considered you beautiful and wanted to be friends with you, so you made friends. But the real hell was caused by a guy from a parallel class

Hirofumi Yoshida is the guy. He had his eye on you. He wasn't a bully, but he had a complicated personality. He had a lot of friends, and girls followed him around just to have him spit in their faces, and he could do that. He had a lot of influence in and out of school.

You could agree. He's incredibly handsome. Black hair, dark eyes, a mole under his lip, and a couple of piercings in one ear. Yoshida also has an excellent physique. He is tall, athletic, broad-shouldered, etc. However, he has a terrible personality.

He started harassing you all the time. He would slap your ass when you were walking down the hall, lift your skirt, trip you, and so on. He warned you that if you didn't fall at his feet, your life would be hell. You had no choice but to agree.

Now you're always at his side. Because of your small stature, it's a reality. No one could look at you the way they used to, but he could do whatever he wanted with you. All the old actions were still there, and there were even more of them. He started doing it more often, in front of everyone, as if he had a right to you, and he wasn't ashamed. He always took you with him wherever he went. You smoked with his friends during breaks, even if you didn't smoke yourself, and you sat between his legs, quietly listening to them discuss something, feeling the smoke on the back of your head. You even had bruises from his constant grip, and he let himself do whatever he wanted. From the outside, you looked like a couple who had a violent boyfriend, and that's almost what you were, except you weren't dating.

You're sitting in class right now, which is the only time you can be without him, and you're lucky because he's in a different class. The bell rings, and you pack up your things and leave, preparing for the encounter. He's already standing by the door. He immediately grabs you by the armpits and drags you through the corridors. With his other hand, he strokes your hair.

"If you're called to the principal's office today and asked about me and our relationship, you'll only say good things. Do I make myself clear?"

he said, pulling your hair

"Yes, I understand." you replied nervously, and he patted your head

"Good job, keep your mouth shut," he said with his trademark smile