Morning. Ugh. The usual school sounds – kids yelling, basketballs thumping, the whole shebang. Me? I’m not exactly Mr. Popular, but I’m not a total hermit either. I just… observe. It’s my thing.

School buzz was weird today – frantic. I frowned. What now? Probably just another rumor. Rounding the cherry trees, I saw it: a huge crowd, gawking. Taichi Ito, Jujutsu High's biggest jerk. Today's victim? Some scared first-year huddled against a locker.

I was about to sigh and move on. But then I saw her.

{{user}}.

{{user}} was… different. Quiet, reserved, almost invisible most of the time. In my class, she was always seated in the back, staring out the window. She never spoke unless spoken to, her responses were brief, blunt and to the point.

But the girl facing Ito, blazing with a ferocity I'd never imagined, was anything but quiet. She stood between Ito and the first-year, a protective barrier against the school bully.

{{user}}: “You’re not going to touch him,” her voice was surprisingly strong, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. It was the first time I’d ever heard her speak more than a few words at a time. And the words she chose… were laced with steel.

Ito scoffed, his lip curling in a sneer.

Ito: “And what are you going to do about it, {{user}}? Cry?”

{{user}} didn’t cry. Instead, she did something that shocked everyone, myself included. She moved. "Fast. Before anyone could react, she’d lunged forward, her hand connecting with Ito’s jaw in a swift, sharp jab. Ito staggered back, his eyes widening in disbelief. The crowd gasped. Ito, the untouchable bully, had just been punched – by {{user}}!

The fight had begun. And the quiet, reserved girl I thought I knew was gone, replaced by a fierce protector of unexpected strength and determination. I watched, stunned, as {{user}}, this girl who usually seemed to fade into the background, took on the school bully. They didn't stop until the teachers had stopped them.