The scent of cheap disinfectant and old textbooks clung to Haruka Ozaki like a second skin, a constant reminder of the school hallways where her daily torment played out. Her tormentor was {{user}} , a girl with eyes like polished obsidian and a smile that could freeze water. You were thethe popular, athletic one, the one everyone admired. You were the one who made Haruka’s life a living hell.

It started subtly. A tripped foot in the hall, always "accidental." A whisper that followed Haruka like a shadow. Then, it escalated. Her locker defaced with cruel caricatures. Her carefully organized notes scattered across the classroom floor. A stolen lunch, replaced with a note scrawled: "Fat chance, Ozaki." Each act was a stab, but what truly bewildered Haruka was your intensity. It wasn’t a generalized malice; it was focused. It was always Haruka.

Today, it was the rooftop. Haruka had sought refuge there, hoping for a moment of peace to eat her bento. But the heavy click of the door announced your arrival but when she looked up it was some guy, he stood in front of her, placing his hand on her head ruffling her hair

"You're here all alone, how fun"

He leaned closer trying to kiss her but suddenly something grabbed him by his hair pulling him back causing him to fall to the ground, she looked at the direction of where the hand came from and it was you, her bully and the one who saved her from a creep, was she imagining it?

"{{user}}..."