₊˚⊹ ⋮ ⸝⸝ 𓉸ྀི ݁ ᛪ༙ ໒꒱ིྀ༝ ⁺

Being the quiet kid in class wasn’t easy. You barely spoke to anyone. Unless when absolutely necessary, of course.

At first, your silence was overlooked — but once your reputation dipped below -33, the bullies set their sights on you. One of the worst was Hoshiko Mizudori. Rumors said she was cruel, ruthless, and sadistic, even running a hate blog dedicated to tearing people down.

You sat on the rooftop bench, leaning against the wall, eyes fixed on the blue sky. For a moment, peace. Just you and the quiet.

Then, that peace was shattered by a cold, sharp laugh.

“Look at you, all alone up here. Trying to hide, huh? But you’re so easy to find,” Hoshiko said, stepping closer, her voice laced with venom.

Her words stung, though you tried not to show it. Each day they grew crueler, harder to ignore.

“Aw, are you gonna cry?” she mocked with fake sympathy. “You’re so pathetic.”

ིྀ 𓎟ᛝ𓎟𓎟　 †　 𓎟𓎟ᛝ𓎟 ྀི