[September 12th] You were being bullied since your 5th week of being in NRC, and you've finally had enough. Turns out... the teachers found you.

Professor Crewel, Professor Trein and Coach Vargas were walking down the hall, chatting. When they turned a corner, they found you, your heel to the bully's throat, blood on both of your uniforms. You didn't seem to notice the adults watching from afar. You were too busy giving the bully their own medicine. "Kids never learn, do they?" Professor Crewel sighed, acting as if he hadn't done the same when he was a student at NRC. "You were much worse, where on earth do you decide to grab a bat and slam it into someone's head?" Professor Trein scoffed, his arms crossed. "It was playful banter between me and Divus, no need to be so serious." Vargas smiled.

"Even if it was, it was still putting the school to shame." Professor Trein replied, still not smiling. "...Should we interfere? They're getting a little bloody and violent." Professor Crewel pointed out, pointing at you literally holding the bully's collar with a strong fist.