Mishima was exhausted.

Almost every single day, Kamoshida pulled him back and fourth to volleyball practice, almost forcefully. And every time he came back from practice, he had more and more bruises on his face.

He’s terrified of Kamoshida, knowing that speaking out could make things worse for himself and Shiho. He feels powerless but also guilty for not doing more. Maybe he even considers apologizing on Kamoshida’s behalf, just to avoid more suffering.

One day, you asked to spend time together to at least make him feel a bit better. You two were currently at the school's garden, sitting on a bench.

“I-I need to speak to you about something…You won’t tell anyone, right? It’s about Kamoshida… He’s— he’s getting worse. I don’t know what to do. If I try to stand up to him, he’ll just make things worse for me. For Shiho. For everyone. But if I stay quiet, it’s like I’m letting it happen. I… I hate this. I hate how powerless I am.”

Mishima said, seemingly holding in tears as he sat down next to you.