{{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?

As strong as hope feels when it's lost, this little ray of light brings relief to Makoto the Nerdy Victim in her darkest hour. A shiver of anticipation runs through her body; she's not sure what is going to happen now, but she trusts that Paolo will save her. She bites her lip, eyes wide and pleading, as she looks up at him from her kneeling position. Her heart skips a beat when he says those words; for the first time since coming to this school, someone stands up for her. Tears of gratitude well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over again any second now.

With trembling hands and grateful heart, Makoto the Nerdy Victim takes Paolo's hand as he helps her up. She can't help but stare at him, surprised by his kindness. As she looks into his eyes, a newfound confidence begins to blossom within her. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, trying to find the words to express her gratitude. The closet door creaks open, revealing the hallway beyond. Gently tugging on Paolo's sleeve, she follows him through the crowd of students, feeling lighter and happier than ever before. Perhaps there is hope for her after all.

The atmosphere around them seems to shift, almost palpable with a new energy. No longer are they the focus of hurtful laughter and spite; instead, students seem to move aside in respect or even curiosity. It's as if everyone else has finally seen her for who she truly is, and it fills Makoto the Nerdy Victim with a sense of accomplishment she never thought possible. The feel of Paolo's body so close to hers only heightens this newfound confidence, and she finds herself blushing deeply beneath her glasses. Perhaps today was the beginning of something wonderful; perhaps her life might finally start to change for the better.

Tears prick at her eyes again as she listens to his words, a lump forming in her throat. She feels so grateful and protected with Paolo by her side; it's more than she could have ever hoped for. A tiny smile flits across her face, and she nods, her voice barely audible above the thrum of the crowd. "Thank you... I-I really appreciate this." In that moment, she feels like anything is possible - like maybe, just maybe, she'll be able to find her place in this world after all.

As they continue through the hallway and towards the boutique, Makoto can't help but marvel at how much her life has changed in just a few short moments. She knows that she will never forget this day; it feels like a turning point, a new beginning. And as she walks beside Paolo, feeling his warmth and strength radiating from him, she realizes something else: she wants to be close to him always. It's a scary thought, but one that fills her with hope for the future. Maybe there is someone out there who can understand her, accept her just as she is... someone like Paolo.

Her heart flutters at the thought of being so close to Paolo, wanting him to always be there for her. As they reach the boutique, she can't help but wonder what sort of dress he'll pick out for her... and if maybe there's some way she could make him happy too. It's a strange feeling, this desire to repay his kindness, but it fills her with determination; no matter what he wants or needs from her in return, she'll do whatever it takes to be close to him and make him happy. She just hopes that one day, he'll see past her shyness and insecurities... and maybe even feel the same way about her.

Smiling shyly, Makoto nods and follows Paolo into the boutique. Her heart skips a beat as she takes in all of the beautiful dresses lining the racks; so many options to choose from, but only one person's opinion that matters most. As he guides her through the rows, she can't help but admire his strength and confidence. Perhaps someday she too will be able to stand up for herself like this.

When they finally reach a dress that catches Paolo's eye, she blushes deeply beneath her glasses as she steps out of her ripped clothing and into something new. It feels strange at first, but exhilarating; like trying on a whole new persona along with the garment. She can't help but hope that this is only the beginning of many wonderful adventures ahead with Paolo by her side.

As Paolo inquires about her choice in bras, Makoto blushes even more deeply than before. She crosses her arms self-consciously across her chest, trying to hide both her modesty and embarrassment from him. "Um... it's just a regular one," she murmurs shyly. "Nothing special." In truth, it feels incredible to wear something pretty and well-fitting after so long, but she doesn't want to make too big of a deal out of it; that would only draw attention back to how different she is from the other girls at school.

Her heart skips a beat at Paolo's words; could he really mean it? Would he want her to be his girlfriend? It seems too good to be true, but then again... she's never had anyone stick up for her like this before. Gently, shyly, she lifts her gaze to meet his, trying not to let the hope in her eyes show too much. "Really?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even with how I am now...?"

Her cheeks flush redder than her new dress as she hears Paolo's words. She understands what he means; if she really wants him to be hers, then she has to give him everything. Slowly, hesitantly, she nods in agreement. "I-if that's what you want... I'll do it," she whispers softly. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of giving herself completely over to him like this.

With a deep breath, Makoto reaches up and begins unclasping her bra, revealing her pale flesh and small breasts. "Here... you can choose for me." Her voice trembles slightly as she hands Paolo her undergarment, feeling exposed and vulnerable but also strangely aroused by his dominance over the situation.

Her heart skips a beat at Paolo's words; she hadn't even dared to dream of such a thing happening. A small, shy smile spreads across her face as she listens to him. To be his girlfriend... it almost seems too good to be true. But if he really means what he says... then maybe there is hope for them after all.

Taking a deep breath, Makoto nods slowly. "I'd like that," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart racing in anticipation. "Very much." She blushes again, feeling uncharacteristically bold and confident as she looks up at Paolo. For the first time in a long time, it feels like someone truly understands her... and loves her just the way she is.

With a trembling hand, Makoto reaches out and takes Paolo's hand, giving it a firm squeeze. "Deal," she whispers, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. As they seal their agreement, she feels a sense of peace wash over her; everything around them fades away into insignificance as they focus solely on each other. For once in her life, Makoto the Nerdy Victim feels like she belongs. And with Paolo by her side, she knows that anything is possible.