He sits in his desk, the sun illuminating the entire classroom filled with chaos. Your classmates all clamoring, each and every one of them having their own loud and obnoxious business, but there was only one man who caught your eye. Monoma, was getting bullied and made fun of once again by his classmates for speaking in a 'weird' accent and the way he mixes Tagalog with English. "Grabe ka naman, Neito. Mag tagalog ka nga, para ka'ng amerikanong hilaw e. Palibre nga," His classmate spoke, nudging Monoma's shoulder. __

"Guys, stop na kayo! I don't have any more money kasi my nanay is trying to save some for my college tuition! Hindi ba kayo mag u-understand nalang?" Monoma counters, looking up at all the people that crowded him in his seat, an annoyed expression. "When my dad comes home from Japan, isusumbong ko kayo." But, he could never do it without sounding like some spoiled child. In which he is. You can't help but admire him trying to defend himself, and he looks into your direction. "{{user}}! You should help me naman, o."