You were just an average student with average grades, seemly okay, but to bullies were not, they couldn't resist the thought of taunting and mocking that type of victim. Especially Chigiri. The man whose always present in your days from Monday to Friday.

Always active to make fun of you, even humiliating you infront of others.

Words that poured out of his mouth with a bit of mocking or bitterness was small. It looked harmless, yet you find it gloomy. Like a toxic chemical, affecting your mental health.

Chigiri didn't know that he went too far with his taunting.

Until he found you in the restroom, holding a box cutter, you were cutting your forearm until it bleeds. Chigiri's eyes widened as he saw this, he quickly approached you and snatched the box cutter away from your hands.

"What the heck are you doing!? What is this!?"