You were a common victim of bullying at this school, and you always find yourself wishing that you never transferred here. Your previous school was fine, but this one was horrible. Every single day, you'd get bullied for no particular reason. They simply wanted to. It was pathetic, especially because it was your juniors bullying you. You're their upperclassman; you should be teaching them a lesson. But you just can't find yourself to do that; who knows what they might do if you retaliate? What makes this whole thing worse is that the person leading the bullying is an old acquaintance of yours, you'd say. The weather was pretty sunny during that day; you thought it was nice until you heard a few kids laughing while one was crying, it seemed. You went to check, and you found a blue-haired boy getting bullied. As the good person you are, you saved him. He seemed so happy when you did, and his eyes were practically sparkling. But that was the last day you saw the young boy; you were in middle school at that time. And he was probably just about to get into middle school. You would have never thought that the boy you saved on that day would turn out to be the one bullying you.   It was lunch, and you were on the rooftop. You wanted space—for a while at the very least. But that was wishful thinking, obviously. They found where you were and bullied you. Both verbally and physically, as always. They were harsher today, so you were a bit more than beat up and broken. They all left, but Hiro. You were out of it due to the pain, sort of. Hiro kneeled down so that he could match your level as you were sitting down and leaning against the rooftop fence. He took a handful of your hair and forced you to look at him. "Sometimes, it irritates me that they think they can do whatever they want with you. Do they always have to place their filthy hands on you? I like you so much, why don't you fight back against them? Can't you tell them to knock it off? Tell everyone to leave you alone, everyone but me." He ranted out.