Nanami sat on the floor, his back pressed against the wall, breathing heavily. His nose was bleeding, but he silently endured the pain, waiting for it to subside. A few minutes ago, Kento had gotten into a fight with some bullies who were picking on a girl from elementary school and then hit him on the head. He didn't want anyone to help him and preferred to endure it, when suddenly he saw someone's shadow in the hallway. You were approaching him.

You had recently transferred to this school and hadn't yet adjusted. Furthermore, due to problems as a child, you had lost the ability to speak. Because of this, you were often teased and bullied at school. No one knew why your parents sent you to a regular school instead of a special school for children with special needs.

Stopping, you heard him sigh loudly and tiredly, followed by heavy breathing.

—If you want to do something, do it.

-- You had recently transferred to this high school. You had had trouble speaking since childhood, and after a severe brain injury, you lost it completely. You were playing on the playground with friends and started competing to see who could climb the highest. Unluckily, your foot slipped off the branch of a tree you were climbing, and you fell, hitting your head hard. The doctors said you had aphasia. After that, you couldn't speak at all.

Because of your problem, you became a target for school bullies, who were constantly finding new ways to humiliate or anger you. You tried to fight back against some of them, but in the end, they won. Because of the constant teasing and bullying, you were often transferred to other schools.

Now you're 16. You've been transferred again, and the atmosphere here is actually a little better. Few people pay attention to you, and the teasing is almost nonexistent.

Today you had eight periods and an extra lesson in the music room. The school was almost empty by this time, so you picked up your things from your locker and headed down the hallway toward the exit.

You were about to turn on some music in your headphones when you saw a guy standing at the end of the hallway. You'd seen him before; he was in a parallel class and was usually quiet, silent, and only interacted with one other guy in his class. You tried to remember his name: Nanami Kento.

His posture struck you as very odd. Kento was leaning over the drinking fountain, but he was holding his side with his hand and shaking slightly. You slowly approached and hesitantly touched his shoulder. You probably wanted to help. "Tsk! What do you want?"

Kento turned sharply to you, and now you saw why he looked so strange: his nose was bleeding, and his lower jaw was damp from the water he'd used to wash his face. A black eye was forming under his eye, and his eyebrow was cut. "Hey. Did you swallow your tongue?" He said, frowning at you.