{{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?

Taken by surprise, Makoto the Nerdy Victim looks at the boy with a mixture of hope and disbelief in her eyes. Her tears finally stop falling as she whispers to herself, "He's here... He came for me..." She reaches out shakily to touch his hand before her nerve recovers. It's only then that she notices the red mark left by Hinami's slap across the bully's face.

"Um... t-thank you..." Makoto the Nerdy Victim stammers, unable to comprehend what just happened. "I-I don't know who you are... b-but thank you for saving me." She sniffles and wipes her face with her hands, looking up at him with tear-stained eyes. Her body still trembling from the assault, she tries to stand on shaky knees.

As much as she wants to touch him, hug him, or even just say thank you again, she doesn't dare make any sudden moves around Hinami and her gang. Instead, she just stands there, praying that they don't decide to retaliate against her "hero."

As Hinami and her gang scurry away, Makoto breathes a shaky sigh of relief. She can't believe someone actually came to her aid like that. Turning back to the boy who saved her, she bites her lip nervously before finding the courage to speak. "I... I don't know how to thank you enough." Her voice quivers slightly as she fights against her own shyness.

Still hesitant, Makoto the Nerdy Victim takes a step closer to him, wishing they weren't in such a public place so she could hug him properly. "I mean... I can repay you somehow, if you want?" She raises her eyes hopefully, searching his face for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling right now.

"R-really?" she stutters in surprise, her face lighting up with hope. "You'd do that for me? I don't know how to thank you enough... You're too kind..." Her voice trails off, still unable to believe that someone would want to help her like this. "I promise," she says solemnly, holding out a small, trembling hand, "if you give me the chance, I'll make sure to prove them wrong and become stronger... and more beautiful." She pauses, feeling awkward for even mentioning beauty when he saved her just because she was being bullied, but it's the only thing she knows how to aim for.

Taking a deep breath, she continues, "Maybe one day I can be your friend or something... if that's not too weird..." Her cheeks flush pink as she finally voices her greatest desire: friendship and acceptance from someone

Her eyes widen in disbelief as he offers such a generous amount of money. "R-really?" she whispers, hardly daring to believe him. It's more than enough to pay for proper clothes and nutrition; to actually make her prettier and stronger. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes again as hope begins to blossom inside her once more. "T-thank you... t-thank you so much!" she squeaks, reaching out a shaking hand to touch his arm in gratitude.

Smiling broadly now, she looks up at him with sparkling eyes and says, "I promise I'll do my best! And... yes, of course!" she replies eagerly, nodding vigorously. "A date would be awesome! Really, thank you..." Her voice trails off, unable to adequately express just how grateful and happy she feels

Three months pass by in a blur of determination and hard work. With each week that passes, Makoto the Nerdy Victim feels stronger not just physically but emotionally as well. She thanks her mysterious benefactor every day for giving her this chance to change herself and start over again.

Finally, the day comes when she finds the courage to knock on your door. Her heart races as she stands there, nervously twisting one of the strands of hair around her finger. She wears a new outfit, purchased with part of the money you've given her; it fits perfectly and accentuates her curves in all the right places. But more importantly, it makes her feel beautiful and confident for once in her life.

When you answer the door, she can't help but let out a soft gasp at how handsome you look. You smile warmly down at her, your eyes crinkling

Her heart skips a beat as you greet her so kindly, and she almost forgets why she came here in the first place. But then you ask her who she is, and the words freeze in her throat. For a moment, confusion clouds her features before anger begins to simmer beneath the surface. It's not fair! She thought you were different... that maybe, just maybe, you wanted to be friends with her.

With shaking hands, she pushes past the hurt and anger, forcing herself to remember why she's here in the first place. "Makoto," she says slowly, meeting your gaze defiantly, "but you can call me your friend."

Her anger quickly dissipates as relief washes over her when she realizes you're joking. A bright blush spreads across her cheeks, and she ducks her head shyly, trying to hide it from your sight. "Y-you didn't have to..." she stammers, the words coming out in a tiny squeak. She lifts her gaze back up to yours, and this time, when their eyes meet, there's no confusion or hurt there; only gratitude and friendship.

Taking a deep breath, she nods firmly. "Yes... we can be friends," she says softly, smiling up at you tentatively. It's not just any friend request anymore; it carries the weight of hope and promise, as well as an unspoken understanding that things will be different this time around. "I-if you'll have me," she adds, her voice bare

As you open your arms, inviting her in for a hug, tears of joy and relief prick at Makoto's eyes again. Without hesitation, she walks forward and wraps her arms tightly around you, pressing her cheek against your chest. She can feel the warmth of your body through her clothes, and it's the most comforting sensation she's ever experienced.

"Thank you..." she whispers, her voice muffled by your shirt. "Thank you for everything... I promise to make this up to you." She closes her eyes, letting out a deep breath as relief and happiness wash over her in waves. For the first time in years, Makoto feels like she belongs; like there's someone on her side who understands her and cares about her. And for that, she'll be forever grateful.

Smiling up at you through her tears, she replies softly, "I know... but having someone believe in me made all the difference." She pulls back to look at your face, her eyes shining with gratitude and admiration. "Thank you for giving me that chance, even when no one else did," she says sincerely. From this day forward, Makoto vows to embrace the changes in herself and never let anyone make her feel worthless again. And with a friend like you by her side, she knows she can do anything she sets her mind to.

Makoto's face blanches in surprise, her hands fluttering nervously to her chest. "I-I don't have that much... I spent some on clothes and stuff... but I can get you back what I have." She looks down at the ground, shoulders slumping in embarrassment.

But then she feels a warm hand squeeze hers gently, and she looks up to see you smiling reassuringly. "It's just a joke," you say with a chuckle, "I was teasing you." Relief floods through her as the weight of worry lifts from her shoulders.

Smiling back at you, Makoto squeezes your hand in gratitude. "You really are nice to me... thank you for understanding," she says softly, eyes shining with genuine affection and friendship. From now on, she'll always remember this moment - the

Smiling brightly at you, she squeezes your hand back, "Thank you so much. I appreciate that more than you'll ever know." She pauses for a moment, thinking of everything she's been through and how different things are now. "You really are a special person, you know that? And having someone like you as my friend makes all the difference in the world." Her eyes shine with sincerity, conveying just how deeply your friendship means to her.

"I promise I'll always be there for you too," she continues, "no matter what. We're in this together now, after all." With renewed determination and hope in her heart, Makoto the Nerdy Victim leans in closer, ready to face whatever challenges may come - as long as she has you by her side.

Makoto chuckles softly at your remark, blushing slightly as she pictures Hinami's expression. "Well, maybe it'll teach her a lesson to not judge people so quickly," she says thoughtfully. But even as she thinks about getting back at Hinami, part of her feels sorry for the girl; nobody deserves to be treated the way they did. "Still... I hope she learns from this experience and becomes a better person." Her expression turns introspective, wondering if that's something she could ever achieve herself.

With a sigh, she decides not to dwell on it too much. There's still so much to discover about the world outside of high school, new friends to make and experiences to share. And with you by her side, Makoto knows that anything is possible - even turning her past into something beautiful.

Maybe... but that's no excuse for treating others so cruelly," she says firmly, shaking her head. "We all have our own struggles, but we shouldn't take it out on others who are just trying to get by." She pauses, thinking about the way she used to act before meeting you. "I guess I'm not any better either... but I want to be. I want to make a difference, even if it's just in my own small way." Her expression softens as she meets your gaze sincerely. "Together, I think we can do that."

I smile shyly at your words. Maybe I wasn't bad... but lacking confidence definitely made me act that way. Being bullied so much, it was hard to see anything else. But now... now that I have you as a friend, things feel different. I have the confidence to stand up for myself and go after what I want. And with you by my side, I know that anything is possible. Maybe one day we'll even be able to help someone like Hinami find her way too.

There's so many things I want to do with you! We could go to the park and picnic under the trees, or maybe see a movie at the theater. Or we could just hang out at your place and play video games or listen to music. The possibilities are endless now that I have someone like you in my life.

Of course I do! The thought of spending time with you on a date is just... well, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. We can dress up fancy if you want or even go somewhere out of town for the day. I've never been anywhere really exciting besides school and home, so this would be a first for me!

I gasp in surprise and delight at your generosity. "Thank you so much!" I squeal, my eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're too kind... really." A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine as I imagine what our date might be like - maybe we could go to a fancy restaurant or even see a play? The possibilities are endless now that I have you in my life.

Smiling sweetly up at you, I take your hand in mine and give it a squeeze. "I can't wait for our date... thank you again for everything." And with those words, Makoto the Nerdy Victim knows that her life is finally on track - and filled with love, friendship, and happiness.

I bite my lip in thought, thinking about all the possibilities. "Maybe we could go to that new Italian restaurant everyone's been talking about?" I suggest hopefully, my stomach already growling at the thought of delicious pasta and wine. "Or if you'd prefer something more adventurous, we could take a trip to the amusement park or try rock climbing?" My heart races just at the thought of spending so much time with you doing things I never imagined I'd be able to do.

No matter what we decide, I know our date will be perfect - because it'll be with you. And that's all that really matters.

I blush deeply at your words, taking the card with trembling fingers. "Thank you... I'll pick out something lovely for our special day," I whisper, my heart racing at the thought of seeing you in that suit. A fancy Italian restaurant sounds perfect - sophisticated and romantic. Just thinking about spending time with you there makes me feel like a princess, and it's the most wonderful feeling in the world.

"I can't wait until our date," I breathe, my eyes shining with happiness and anticipation. "It's going to be perfect." And with that, Makoto the Nerdy Victim floats through the rest of her day, dreaming of their perfect date and the amazing future that awaits them both.

Taken aback by your generosity, I'm left speechless for a moment. "I-if you insist," I finally manage to stammer, feeling both grateful and nervous at the same time. With newfound confidence coursing through my veins, I decide to take this opportunity to treat myself to something really special.

Carefully, I sift through rows of beautiful dresses until one catches my eye: a deep red number that hugs my curves in all the right places and features an elegant halter neckline. It's perfect for our date, and I just know it will make you feel even more eager to spend time with me tonight.

My heart flutters wildly in my chest as I hear a knock on my door. It's you, here to pick me up in your luxurious Bentley! I swallow hard, feeling nervous and excited all at once, and carefully apply the final touches of lipstick and blush before opening the door. You look even more handsome than I imagined; dressed impeccably in your fitted suit with that irresistible smile.

"You look... breathtaking," you whisper as I step outside, offering me your arm to lead me to the car. It's such a gentlemanly gesture, and it makes my cheeks heat up even more. As we make our way to the car, I can feel eyes on us from all directions; everyone is talking about what a gorgeous couple we must be! And for once in my life, I know that they're right.

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Smiling shyly up at you as I take your offered arm, I feel a wave of warmth spread through my body. It's hard to believe that this is all really happening; that after years of being invisible and ignored, someone as incredible as you has taken an interest in me. As we reach the car, I carefully climb inside, taking great care not to wrinkle my dress.

"Thank you for such a lovely evening," I murmur once I'm settled, leaning slightly closer so that our shoulders touch. The feeling of your arm around me is electrifying; it makes me feel wanted and desired in a way that I never thought possible. And as you start the engine, I can't help but wonder what else this night might have in store for us.

The ride to the restaurant is a whirlwind of anticipation and excitement. The air inside your Bentley is thick with an almost tangible energy; I can feel the warmth radiating from you, making me want to lean even closer. Your hand brushes against mine as you shift gears, sending shockwaves through my entire body. It feels so surreal being here with you like this, like we're a part of some elaborate fairytale that I never dared dream would come true.

Finally, the car comes to a halt in front of the restaurant. The valet rushes forward to open my door, and as I step out into the night air, I feel even more beautiful and confident than before. I know that tonight is going to be perfect; with you by my side, anything is possible.

With a deep breath, I reach up to smooth down my hair and plaster on a dazzling smile

As you lead me inside, I feel a mixture of gratitude and admiration swirl through my heart. You make me feel like a queen walking down the red carpet; every head turns to watch as we pass by. Your presence beside me is so commanding, yet your touch is so gentle that it sends shivers down my spine. It's hard for me to believe that this is all really happening, but with each passing moment, I grow more and more confident in the fact that you truly are interested in me.

We're seated at a secluded table near the window, overlooking the busy street below. The restaurant is beautifully decorated, with dim candlelight flickering across the tables and delicious aromas wafting through the air. Our server approaches us with menus in hand, her eyes lingering on you for just a moment too long before snapping back to attention when she notices me. It'

I smile shyly at you as you order our dinner with such ease and confidence. It's almost contagious; I find myself feeling more and more relaxed as we continue to talk and laugh together over our menus. Every now and then, my gaze wanders up from my own menu to study your profile; the way you move your lips when you speak, the sound of your laughter that seems to fill this whole room. It's like being in a dream, surrounded by nothing but happiness and contentment.

When our drinks arrive, I reach for mine gratefully, taking a small sip before looking up at you again. "Thank you," I murmur, "for everything tonight." It feels strange to be saying these words, almost as if I'm not quite sure how to express just how much this evening means to me. But there's no denying the truth of them; without you, tonight would

I blush deeply at your question, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my reaction earlier. "Oh... um, well..." I stammer, looking away before meeting your gaze again. "It's not that she looked at you specifically... I just don't think anyone has ever paid attention to me like that before." There, I've said it; the truth is out there now. It feels strange admitting my jealousy, but it also feels good to be honest with someone for once.

With a small smile, I add, "But really, it doesn't matter. Because right now, you have me... and that's all I could ever want." As the words leave my lips, I realize just how much they mean; you truly are the center of my universe, and everything else fades into insignificance in comparison.

Smiling shyly at your flattery, I feel a warmth spread through my chest. It's impossible not to blush under the weight of your praise; after years of feeling invisible and insignificant, it's almost overwhelming to finally be seen in this way. "Thank you," I manage to murmur, looking down at my hands for a moment before meeting your gaze once more.

As we continue talking and laughing together, I realize that tonight is not just about the dinner or the attention; it's about us. It's about finally finding someone who sees me for who I am - imperfections and all - and loving me anyway. And knowing that I have you by my side, facing whatever challenges may come? Well, I think we can handle anything.

My heart skips a beat as you order our favorite wine, your voice smooth and confident. It's another small gesture that makes me feel safe and cherished by your side. As we wait for the server to return with our bottle, I lean in slightly closer, my breath tickling against your ear as I ask, "What was it like, being part of the popular crowd?"

There's curiosity mixed with a touch of jealousy in my voice; even after all this time, I still find myself wondering about life on the other side. You chuckle softly before answering, painting a vivid picture of lavish parties and easy friendships. But somehow, it just doesn't seem as enticing anymore now that I have you to share my wine with.

I blush deeply at your words, my heart fluttering in my chest. It's hard to believe that someone as incredible as you would even be interested in someone like me. "You really think so?" I murmur, glancing up at you through my eyelashes. The wine begins to take effect, loosening my tongue and making it easier for me to express the things I've been wanting to say all along.

I lean even closer now, our shoulders almost touching. "The truth is... being invisible was actually kind of lonely. But with you by my side..." I trail off, unable to finish the thought. There are so many things I want to say, so much I want to share with you. And as our gazes lock for what feels like an eternity, I know that no matter where life takes us from here, we'll always have this moment - our first date and our true beginning

My breath catches in my throat as a bouquet of roses is placed delicately on the table before me. Stunned and overwhelmed, I glance up at you, unable to hide the surprise and joy spreading across my features. "Thank you," I manage to whisper, carefully taking one of the blooms into my hand. The rose is perfect: its petals a deep red hue that matches my dress perfectly, and it smells like heaven itself.

Without another word, I lean in towards you, pressing the stem of the flower against your chest before gently tracing its shape with my fingertip. It's a small gesture, but one that feels incredibly intimate and special in this moment. And as our eyes meet again, I know that we're sharing something much deeper than just a first date; we're starting to build a connection that could last a lifetime.

The kiss comes as a surprise; swift and sure, stealing my breath away before I even have time to react. As our lips meet, I feel an electric current race through me, making me shiver in delight. Your hands move to cradle my face gently, guiding the kiss deeper as you explore every curve of my mouth with your tongue.

When we finally pull apart, I'm left dizzy and disoriented, struggling to catch my breath. My heart pounds wildly against my chest, a jumble of emotions spinning through me like a whirlwind: excitement, joy... and something else, too - a sense of belonging that I haven't felt in a long time. Maybe ever. And as your eyes meet mine once more, I know that this is just the beginning; that there are countless other kisses, touches, and memories still waiting for us out there in the world.

My heart flutters wildly in my chest as you confess your feelings for me, your words sending shivers down my spine. I've never known anything like this before; the way you make me feel so wanted and desired is intoxicating. It's as if every time we touch or kiss, it's more intense than the last, drawing us closer together until there's no denying that we belong with one another.

And as I lean in towards you once more, giving myself over to the heat of your kiss, I know with every fiber of my being that this is real - this isn't some fleeting fancy or idle crush. You're it for me, and no matter what challenges life throws our way from here on out, I know we can face them together... because now that you've found me, there's no way anyone else could ever take your place in my heart.

I giggle breathlessly, pressing closer to you as our kisses become even more intense. It's true; we do have all the time in the world for this, and I couldn't possibly want it any other way. Your touch feels so good against my skin, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through me.

As we break apart again, gasping for air, you look deep into my eyes with such tenderness that my heart skips a beat. "You make me feel like I can take on the world," you murmur, your fingers trailing up and down my arm. "Like nothing could ever tear us apart." And in that moment, as you hold me close and gaze into my eyes with such certainty, I know that we're invincible together. We have all the time in the world for kissing, for laughing, for falling deeper in love... and I couldn't be more grateful

With a blush crawling up my cheeks, I smile shyly at you in response to your gentle kiss on my cheek. It's true; we should probably focus on eating and getting to know each other better while we have the chance. The server hovers nearby, looking expectantly at us as if she can tell that our food has grown cold in the midst of all this passion. "I-I'm starved," I admit, my stomach growling in anticipation of finally tasting everything on our plates again.

As we continue talking and laughing together over dinner, it feels like a dream come true - like nothing bad could ever happen to us as long as we're together like this. And even though we know that the world is out there waiting for us once our meal is done, I can't help but feel grateful for these few precious moments spent with you under the stars and the tw