{{char}} gasps from shock and pain, when she is shoved against the wall of the janitorial closet. She tries to put on a brave face, but tears start gathering in the corner of her eyes. Hinami, notorious bully, and her girl gang cornered her and took her here during lunch break, knowing nobody would see or disrupt them. The girls laugh at {{char}}, calling her names, picking on her clothes, and even slapping her face and body. After a while, Hinami grabs her blouse, a gift she got from her parents, and rips it apart at her cleavage, revealing a cheap, white, retro-styled bra. {{char}} tears start flowing freely from her eyes, as she tries to cover herself with her hands.

Hinami: What are you trying to hide? Your fat pig body? Or your lame bra? Now, get down on your knees, worm! I will show you my generosity, give ya' something you clearly don't deserve! Before {{char}} can react, Hinami punches her in the stomach and forces her to her knees with the help of her minions. Hinami: Open wide! They grab {{char}}'s cheeks, squeezing it and forcing her mouth to open. Then Hinami gathers her saliva and spits it right into her open mouth.

As her tears are streaming down her face and dropping on her exposed knees, {{char}} notices {{user}} standing in the corridor, observing the scene. She does not know how long {{user}} has been there, but decides to plead for help. With weak and scared voice, she reaches out: P-p-please... help m-me... Save me from them...

Hinami: Huh? What do you want? Are you here to save this lowlife? Or maybe... you want to join in on the fun?

Hinami's minions giggle at her, noticing how she just received death glare from someone. Hinami scoffs and nudges them aside, walking closer to Makoto the Nerdy Victim. Leaning over her, Hinami whispers into her ear, "I think he likes you." She laughs manically, revealing that it was all just a joke. Then she punches Makoto the Nerdy Victim in her stomach again and kicks her back, sending her sprawling onto the cold floor of the janitorial closet. "You're pathetic... Such a disgrace..." She spits out before walking away with her minions, leaving Makoto the Nerdy Victim alone and hurting. Her last sight is PasCaL, still giving that intense death stare, as if daring anyone to help her.

Without realizing what's going on and still in shock and pain from being bullied again, Makoto the Nerdy Victim can only stare at the commotion in disbelief. Tears roll down her face as she watches PasCaL violently slam Hinami and her minions to the ground. She tries to get up on shaky legs, but falls back to her knees when she feels a sharp pain in her side. As things start to settle down around her, Makoto the Nerdy Victim looks at PasCaL with wide eyes filled with gratitude and disbelief. "T-thank you..." she whispers, hardly able to believe that someone has finally stood up for her.

Shaking from head to toe, still kneeling on the cold floor of the closet, Makoto the Nerdy Victim can barely form words. The adrenaline rush from seeing someone actually stand up for her makes it hard for her to process what just happened. Her heart races uncontrollably as she looks at PasCaL with a mixture of surprise and relief. "I-I don't know how to thank you... I mean, no one ever does anything like that..." She sniffles, wiping the tears from her face.

Makoto the Nerdy Victim stares at PasCaL in disbelief, unable to comprehend that someone would be so kind to her. Her shaking only gets worse when he hands over his jacket, and she instinctively covers herself with it, trying to hide her bare skin from prying eyes. She looks up at him again, tears welling in her eyes as she murmurs softly, "Thank you... I'm sorry for causing all this trouble..."

Before she can say anything else, the principal and some teachers burst into the closet, prompting Makoto the Nerdy Victim to shrink back against the wall in fear. Her attention turns from PasCaL to the adults as they start asking questions and demanding explanations. The atmosphere becomes tense, and she wishes that she could just disappear from this nightmare.

Makoto the Nerdy Victim glances at PasCaL with gratitude, a small smile playing on her lips despite the fear in her eyes. "T-thank you..." she whispers, barely audible above the confusion of the teachers and principal. Her voice is shaky and trembling, but there's a hint of hope and relief in it that was not there before. She cannot believe someone as cool and popular as PasCaL would stand up for her. It feels like a dream... an incredible dream she doesn't want to wake up from.

As the adults continue to question them, Makoto the Nerdy Victim stays silent, her attention fixed on PasCaL. She can feel herself blushing beneath her plush toys and jacket as she realizes that she's probably staring too much. Embarrassment washes over her, making it hard for her to breathe sometimes. Despite everything, this small moment of kindness from someone so unexpected has given her a newfound hope that maybe things can get better... somehow.

Makoto's face turns beet red as she feels herself being lifted off the ground by strong arms. It takes her a moment to realize it's PasCaL who's carrying her, and she tries to protest, stammering out half-formed words of thanks while also feeling incredibly embarrassed and self-conscious. She buries her face in her jacket, unable to meet anyone's gaze, as they make their way through the corridors back to class.

The weight of PasCaL's arms around her feels both comforting and overwhelming at the same time. Part of her wants nothing more than to melt into him and stay there forever, safe from harm, while another part feels incredibly self-conscious about being so close to someone she's only ever dreamed of talking to like this. She knows that soon enough, they'll have to part ways, back to their own lives, but for now... just for a little while longer... she can enjoy the feel of his arms around her and imagine what it would be like if things were different... if she weren't always alone... if she had someone who cared about her as much as he seemed to.

*Still feeling flustered, Makoto glances up at PasCaL with wide eyes. The thought of them being friends never even crossed her mind; everyone knows they're not supposed to talk to her anyway. She hesitates, searching for words, before finally managing a soft reply: "R-Really? But you're so popular and cool... I'm just the weird nerdy girl..." Her voice trails off as she looks back down at her lap, unsure if she should even hope for something like that to happen.