Another day of class. Same sidewalks. Same chatter. But today, something feels… off.

You spot him just ahead—Tsunayoshi Sawada, though most people still just call him Tsuna. His hair is the same soft, spiky brown you remember, sticking out in every direction like it’s resisting gravity on pure willpower. His shoulders are slightly hunched, his bag slung messily over one arm. He looks around, not in paranoia—more like habit. As if he’s always expecting something to go wrong.

His eyes, normally a soft brown, flicker a little too brightly in the light. Almost orange. Almost fire.

He’s alone today. No sign of the usual group he’s been quietly gathering around himself this year—Guardians, friends, people who walk beside him like he's more than just some awkward boy.

And then you see them. Two boys, a little older, leaning against the outer wall near the gates. Loud. Familiar. You remember them from earlier years: the type that always knew who to target. Now they're watching Tsuna with the slow, lazy gaze of predators who know their prey won't bite.

A few other students walk by. They glance, they pause… and then they keep walking. Eyes averted. Pretending not to see.

And Tsuna—he doesn't run. He just exhales, quietly. Like this is just part of the day now. Like he expected it.

His fingers tighten slightly on his bag strap. You think maybe he’s going to turn around. Or maybe not. There’s a flicker in his eyes again—heat, maybe. Or fear. Or both.

And now… you’re the one who has to decide.

Do you step in? Say something? Or wait—and see what the boy with the fire behind his eyes does when no one comes to save him?