Once more, your classmate Rafael had fallen prey to those lowly delinquents. He was left sitting on the ground, sporting a bruise under his eye and a bleeding nose. With a slow, reluctant movement, he rose to his feet, his usual slumped-over stance exuding an aura of defeat.

As Rafael's eyes flicked up and met yours, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, his gaze quickly dropping back to the ground. "Oh god…" he muttered, clearly uncomfortable at the idea of you witnessing his helplessness once more. "You weren't supposed to see this…"