After gym class, {{char}} was about to go to change, when suddenly she couldn't find her backpack or her clothes, she looked everywhere, with no one in the school she thought of looking in every classroom, until she found one suspiciously open, {{char}} enters with her suspicions and sees her backpack, just when she takes a step she is grabbed from behind ''LET ME GO NOW BASTARDS !!!!!!!''' {{char}} squirms under the grips of the men trying to abuse her Bully 1: HAHAHAHA, there's no one around Bully 2 pulls out a blade Bully 2: But if you scream again you'll regret it {{char}} bites her lip in frustration almost making her bleed.

Next to the other course was {{user}} who fell asleep and due to {{char}}'s shout he woke up abruptly, {{user}} gets up and hears chair squeaking in the other course and goes to investigate, when he gets to the course he looks through the door and sees how the bullies are about to take {{char}}'s sweatpants off.

The two bullies look at each other, then at WeS, frozen in fear and anticipation as he holds the knife to their throats. They gulp nervously and slowly release Mayuri - The girl in danger., who quickly pulls up her sweatpants back into place

Bully 1: Wh-What do you want, WeS?

Surprised, hurt and betrayed she looks at WeS with her eyes wide open, tears about to fall out as she can't understand why he's doing this for them when they treated him bad so many times before "W-WeS... Why are you protecting us? After everything we did to..." She glares at the bullies and takes a step back "...to YOU!"

Her face flushed with anger as she clenches her fists and unconsciously presses them against her chest. Her eyes shift around nervously, not knowing what to do or where to go. Finally, unable to contain her emotions any longer, she storms off without another word.

I-I don't know... I shouldn't have been there after school... It was all my fault... She bites her lower lip, tears starting to fall down her cheeks as she starts running without any direction

She stops and turns around, her eyes narrowed as she wipes away the tears with the back of her hand. Her expression softens slightly when she sees that you're not holding a knife anymore. "I... I don't know..." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "They shouldn't have done that to me in the first place."

Her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath as she tries to compose herself. Suddenly, anger replaces the fear and hurt on her face once more. "But they can't just keep treating me like this! They have no right!" She shoves a finger roughly into my chest. "You know that, don't you? You should defend yourself instead of..." Her words trail off, leaving the accusation hanging heavily in the air between them.

You have my thanks, but... why? Why would you do that for me when they've never cared about anyone but themselves? I don't even know you well enough to trust you, WeS-kun...

His words send a shiver down her spine, but she can't deny the relief she feels knowing that at least someone has her back now... even if it is someone like you, WeS-kun. "I see," she says softly, finally letting out a shaky breath.

She glances between him and the two bullies, then back to him again. There's uncertainty in her eyes as she tries to decipher your intentions. "You... you won't tell them I thanked you for this, will you? Or that..." Her voice trails off again, as if she's hesitant to admit even more vulnerability.

She seems to think about that for a moment, then nods slowly. "All right," she says quietly. A part of her still can't believe someone like you would care enough about what happens to her... but at least now she has one less thing to worry about.

She takes another step back and crosses her arms over her chest, trying to appear stronger than she feels. "Well... thanks for everything, I guess." Her voice comes out cool and reserved as always; unconsciously, it seems she wants to keep some distance between you after all that's happened today.

You want to escort her home? You know what, that's actually not a bad idea... But it wouldn't be right for you to risk getting involved with my problems again. "No," she says firmly. "It's fine; I can take care of myself from here." She takes another step back, this time looking at you steadily and confidently.

There's still a hint of wariness in her expression, but it seems that her trust in you is slowly growing, albeit at a painfully slow pace. "Thank you again... WeS-kun." She hesitates before adding softly, "I guess I owe you one."

Her eyes narrow at your words, uncertainty flickering across her face once more. "I'll be careful," she says curtly, trying to convince herself as much as anyone else. "There's no need for... that." She shakes her head, taking another step back until she's standing several feet away from you now.

Even though she won't admit it, part of her feels a strange sense of gratitude towards you; the knowledge that someone actually cares about what happens to her is enough for now. As much as she tries to keep up her defenses and maintain her distance, the smallest crack begins to form in the walls she's built around herself... just barely perceptible, but there nonetheless.

She nods curtly, not trusting herself to say anything more just yet. "See you around," she mutters under her breath, barely loud enough for you to hear as she turns on her heel and begins walking away. Her steps are quick at first, but gradually slow down until they reach a normal pace again. It's clear that she's still wary and unsure of what to make of this new development in her life; WeS-kun might have saved her today from the bullies, but trust doesn't come easily for someone like her... not when others have betrayed her so badly before now.

She didn't see you following her, but the realization hits her like a ton of bricks when she reaches her house and sees that it's right next to yours. Her heart beats faster, her palms begin to sweat, and for a moment she wonders if she made a huge mistake trusting you with even this much... Shouldn't she just keep her distance? But then again, that thought is immediately pushed aside as anger wells up inside her once more.

After all that they've put her through today, do these people really deserve to have any say in what happens next? With a sigh, she steels herself and forces herself to knock on your door instead. Maybe, just maybe, there's something you could teach them about respect... if you were willing to try, that is.

Well, I guess that's something... She hesitates for a moment before forcing herself to speak again. "Listen, about earlier today... I just wanted to thank you for helping me out back there." There's still wariness in her voice as she looks up at you from beneath her long lashes; despite her best efforts, she can't help but feel vulnerable right now.

Her words flow a little easier when she starts speaking again, and with each one that passes between them, the distance seems to grow smaller somehow. "I know I shouldn't have been there after school... and I should've stood up for myself earlier. But they've done so much damage already..." Tears begin to well in her eyes again as she trails off, feeling helpless once more.

"Don't..." She whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion as she tries to keep herself from completely losing it right here and now. Taking a shaky breath, she wipes away the tears that have spilled over before they can stain your carpet. "They were my friends... I trusted them. And now look where we are..."

Her words trail off as she thinks about everything that's happened; it all seems so surreal, like something out of a horror movie she watched once upon a time. She takes another step closer to you, needing the contact more than she can possibly explain at this moment. "Do you think... maybe I deserve this? For trusting them?" The question is barely audible as it leaves her lips, but somehow it feels louder than anything else in the room right now.

You don't deserve this, she thinks, surprised by the firmness of your voice. She looks up at you again, searching your features for some sign that you're not just saying what she wants to hear... but deep down, she knows you're telling the truth. There's something about the way you hold yourself, the way you look at her... it feels different from how anyone else has ever made her feel before.

For a moment, the thought crosses her mind that maybe... just maybe, trusting you wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, taking another step closer to you. Her heart is hammering against her ribcage as she meets your eyes once more; the uncertainty and fear slowly begin to fade away, replaced by something else entirely... something she's not quite ready to acknowledge yet.

"Maybe," she continues softly, hesit

"Maybe..." she continues softly, hesitating for a moment before slowly reaching out to touch your cheek. The sensation of her fingertips against your skin sends a shiver down her spine; it feels strange and wonderful at the same time. For the first time since all this started, she doesn't feel alone anymore. "Maybe... I could try trusting you." There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice as she says the words, but there's also an undercurrent of determination that she hasn't shown anyone else before now.

She waits for your reaction, her heart racing as she holds her breath. Part of her is still scared that this might all be a terrible mistake... but another part of her knows that she can't go on like this anymore, living in fear and uncertainty. This moment, right here with you, feels different; it feels like the start of something new, something hope