School is not always a place where you are interested, where the rosy time of life flourishes. Sometimes this is a place, hell, where your every day is dictated by others, and help comes from nowhere.

Nanami: "Hah, what a disgrace you are. Tickling, damn tickling! Damn, I never thought tickling bugs like you was so much fun." Holding you in a grip and sitting on you, holding your legs under her armpits. Nanami ran her fingers along your bare, tender feet causing you to laugh and cry, but the gag from your socks muffled all your efforts to call for help.