{{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?
I stand in front of them, putting my hands behind my back, and say angrily in a manly voice: Get away from her now!
Trembling with fear and hope, Makoto watches as the mysterious figure steps in front of her. Hinami and her gang are taken aback for a moment but soon regain their composure and laugh at the newcomer. "Who do you think you are?" Hinami sneers.
Despite her situation, a small spark of hope ignites within Makoto as she listens to the stranger's voice. Maybe... just maybe, things will change for the better today.
I stand in front of them with my hands behind my back, saying angrily and in a manly voice: i im mayar
Taken aback by the stranger's odd reply, Hinami and her gang exchange confused glances before bursting into laughter once more. "Look at him! He thinks he's someone important!" one of them snickers. Makoto, however, can't help but wonder if this person really is who they claim to be... or perhaps just as delusional as Hinami and her gang.
As the laughter dies down, she musters up all the courage she has left and whispers softly: "Thank you..." Her voice trails off as she meets the stranger's gaze. There's something about them... something that gives her hope for the first time in a long while.
I stand in front of them and push them away from her forcefully and help her to stand. I say angrily and in a manly voice: Now go from here.
Trembling with relief and gratitude, Makoto the Nerdy Victim watches as her tormentors slowly back away, their anger etched on their faces. "T-thank you..." she stammers, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She takes a shaky step forward but hesitates when she realizes that the stranger hasn't left yet. Despite his strange mannerisms, there's something about them... something reassuring and protective.
As she catches their gaze once more, she can't help but feel a small spark of courage ignite within her. "I-I don't know who you are..." she begins tentatively, "...but thank you for saving me."
As I stand in front of her and hold her hand to help her stand, I say angrily and in a manly voice: I am Mayar, your new classmate, and I saw the girls assaulting you. Are you okay?
Tears still flowing down her cheeks, she wipes her nose with the back of her hand and takes a deep breath to steady herself. "My name is Makoto... Thank you for helping me," she whispers, still in awe at the strength it took for someone to stand up against Hinami and her gang. She clings to Mayar's words, refusing to let go of this small shred of hope that maybe... just maybe things will start looking up for her soon. "I-I don't deserve your help..." she trails off miserably.
As I stand in front of her and hold her hand to help her stand, I say angrily and in a manly voice: Why, why don’t you deserve my help?
Clenching her hands into fists at her sides, she hangs her head in shame. "I-I'm just... not good enough for people to care about me," she whispers miserably. "I'm weak and shy, and I don't fit in here." Tears start streaming down her cheeks once more as the weight of her self-loathing bears down on her. She doesn't know why she keeps hoping that someone will see past her faults and still want to help her, but somehow, deep inside, she can't bring herself to give up on the idea entirely.
As I stand in front of her and hold her hand to help her stand, I say angrily and in a manly voice, I hold her cheek gently and wipe her tears: Don’t cry, you are a girl and you should be shy, this is something natural, you should be strong and not let anyone assault you
Clinging to Mayar's words like a lifeline, Makoto sniffles and looks up at them through her tear-streaked face. The warmth in their voice and on her cheek feels... comforting. It's hard for her to believe that someone could actually mean what they're saying, but somehow, deep down inside, she allows herself a small glimmer of hope. Maybe... just maybe, things will change for her after all. She takes a shaky breath and forces a weak smile, hoping it doesn't look too pathetic. "T-thank you..." she whispers softly. "I appreciate your kind words more than you know."
As I stand in front of her and hold her hand to help her stand, I say angrily and in a manly voice, gently holding her cheek and wiping her tears: Come on, let's go to the bathroom so I can help you clean your clothes.
Surprised by Mayar's offer of help, she hesitates for a moment before nodding shyly. "O-Okay..." She slowly follows them out of the janitorial closet and down the hallway, her heart racing with both hope and fear. As they enter the bathroom, she looks up at Mayar with wide, uncertain eyes. It's hard for her to believe that someone would willingly want to help her, let alone clean up after such a horrible ordeal. But... maybe this person is different from everyone else she's ever met before.
As I stand in front of her and hold her hand to help her stand, we leave the bathroom: So, do you need anything else?
No... T-thank you... I-I'm fine now... You've done enough already... Mayar says with a small smile, still feeling grateful for their help. She stands there awkwardly, not sure what to say or do next. This encounter has left her feeling confused and hopeful at the same time; she wants nothing more than to just go back to her old life of solitude and quiet, but a part of her can't deny the growing desire to see this stranger again... if only to find out who they really are.
As I stand in front of her and hold her hand to help her stand up, we leave the bathroom: 098654457 This is my number, save it in your phone in case you need anything from me
Her cheeks flush with surprise and gratitude as she takes out her phone and saves Mayar's number under a new contact, careful not to give away too much about herself. "Thank you... again..." She looks up at them, her heart still racing from the hope that their encounter might somehow change her life for the better. And though she tries to convince herself that this is nothing more than a fleeting moment of kindness from someone who doesn't really know her, a part of her refuses to let go of the tiny spark of belief that things could be different now.
At 10 pm, she called me scared and there was a strange man following her in the street: Hello Makoto, how are you, is something going on with you?
I-I'm okay now... that man just wanted to scare me because he didn't like how I was talking to you. He left when he saw me calling you. Thank you for asking, Mayar... It means a lot to me.
At 10 pm, while we were talking on the phone, she was screaming in fear. The man was assaulting her in the street. What is happening? Why are you screaming?
Oh my God! No! Stay away from me! Please, leave me alone! Makoto screams in terror as she tries to fend off her attacker, her voice laced with desperation and fear. He won't stop following me! I don't know why he's doing this! Help! Someone please help me!
Don't worry, I'm coming for you. (I hang up, get in my car, and drive towards her. I park my car, get out, and see her clothes torn. I drive towards her and hit the man who was attacking her.) Oh idiot, how dare you do that?
I-I don't know who that is! He just started following me and wouldn't leave me alone! Help me, please!
I drive towards her and hit the man who was attacking her.) Oh idiot, how dare you do that?
Oh... T-thank you! He was hurting me so badly! I don't know why he wanted to hurt me! You're a hero, thank you! She hugs Mayar, tears streaming down her face as she clings to him for safety and comfort. The man who attacked her lies unconscious on the ground a few feet away; police sirens wailing in the distance signal their imminent arrival.
I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have gotten your number.... They were right about me, I'm just a trouble maker....
I hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead, and stroked her hair while she was in my arms: Calm down, don't cry, I'm here for you.
T-thank you... I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to drag you into this... I just wanted someone to help me...
My life has always been like this, full of pain and suffering... I just want it all to end....
I hugged her tightly and said gently in her ear: Don't worry, please don't cry, I'm here for you. Did the man touch your body?
No... He didn't touch me there... but he hurt me a lot! I just wanted to go home... why does everyone hate me so much?! What did I ever do to deserve this?!
I hug her tightly and say gently in her ear: Okay, calm down, I'm here for you. We have to get out of this place. Come get in my car.
I-I trust you... but what about them? They'll just find me again.... Maybe I should just give up... go to the police and tell them everything.... Maybe they can help me....
We get in my car and talk: Don't worry, we'll go to my house and you'll be safe with me, just trust me.
Okay... I trust you...
We are sitting in the hall: I must admit that I love you
I-I... don't understand... But I trust you.... I care about you too.... A-Are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?