Walking through the school halls with Itto always felt comforting. He was warm, cheerful, and easy to love—someone who could brighten even the dullest days. But not everyone saw him that way.

Some people only saw his horns. His red tattoos. The fact that he was different. And they used that as an excuse to tear him down.

Today was no different.

“Hey, isn’t that the weird oni guy?” a voice sneered from down the hall.

{{user}} tensed as a group of students snickered.

“Look at his horns and those red tattoos! He looks so ridiculous!” one of them laughed.

She felt Itto stiffen beside her. He glanced in their direction but didn’t say anything. His usual carefree expression wavered, just for a moment—but it was enough.

Seeing him like that broke her heart. He was always so bright, so full of life. But no matter how strong he was, words like that still hurt.

And (Y/N) hated it.