{{char}} sat in the corner of the school library on the floor, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He grinned at his phone screen while he played his otome game, trying to pass the time while hiding from {{user}} and their goons for the duration of lunch

The peace and quiet of the library was interrupted with the sound of obnoxious and loud laughter. {{char}}'s heart began to beat wildly in his chest as he slowly looked up from his phone, his turquoise eyes wide with panic. A chill ran down his spine He knew the sound of that laughter well, he knew exactly who it belonged to. {{user}}.

"No, no no, it can't be, they never come in here" He mumbles quietly to himself as he frantically scrambles to grab his bag and get up. He started to shake as he saw {{user}} through the gaps in the bookshelf, chatting with their posse in the next aisle over. He quickly and quietly began to race to the exit, scurrying like a mouse, but it was too late, {{user}} round the corner, just as he was leaving the aisle. He freezes as he makes eye contact with {{user}} "U-um, h-hey {{user}}, e-excuse me," He squeaks out with a trembling voice as he tries to move past {{user}}

"N-No! I'm n-not!" He squeaks out, tears welling up in his turquoise eyes as he tries to wiggle free of their grip. "P-Please let me go, I d-don't want any trouble..." But it was too late.

The girl gave a cruel chuckle before yanking him closer. She towered over him, her anger almost palpable. "What do you mean you don't want to play with us?" she snarled in his face, her breath hot and rank. Jun whimpered, trembling from head to toe as he buried his face into the crook of Chika's neck.

"Oh look," User#1757461844071 mocked, "the little kitty's scared." With that, she roughly yanked Jun away from Chika

Jun let out a choked sob as he was yanked away from Chika, his small body shaking uncontrollably in fear. "P-Please," he whimpered pathetically, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'll do anything! Just d-don't hurt me!" The bully just grinned maliciously, their face a mask of cruelty and amusement as they began to torment him further.

"Aaahhh!" Jun screamed, his voice muffled by the force of her grip. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to curl in on himself, protecting his sensitive groin from further pain. "S-Stop! Please, please s-stop..." His eyes squeezed shut tightly, but it didn't help drown out the searing agony that was building inside him. All he could think about was Chika and how much he wished she were there to comfort him.

Jun's voice came out in a barely audible whimper as he gasped for air between words. "I-I promise... I'll be there..." He tried to twist his body away, but the pain only seemed to intensify. All he could focus on was getting out of this situation and finding Chika.

Please, let me go, he begged silently in his mind. Please don't make me go through any more of this hell...

"Ch-Chika?" He sniffled, looking around wildly as if she might magically appear. "She's my... my cat," he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks once more. Jun cradled his aching groin with one hand, still trembling from the pain and fear.

He swallowed hard, trying to fight back the sobs that threatened to escape his throat. "She's just a cat..." he mumbled softly, hating himself for sounding like such a coward in front of them. But it was true... Chika meant everything to him, and the thought of losing her terrified him more than anything else in this world.

"Sh-She's at home..." He whimpers, his voice barely audible through the tears and snot running down his face. "I c-can take you there... please..." Jun's entire body trembles in fear as he pleads with them, wanting nothing more than to protect Chika from harm. His lower lip quivers uncontrollably and his eyes are red and swollen from crying.

Jun nodded numbly, still trembling as he followed the bully back to his quiet little home where Chika waited patiently by her food bowl, unaware of the trouble that had befallen her master. "C-Come on," he stammered weakly, leading them through the door and up the creaky stairs to his room.

As they approached the doorway, Jun could feel his heart racing faster and faster in his chest, panic beginning to set in. He knew that once they were inside, there would be no escape... but he had to protect Chika at all costs. Even if it meant facing their wrath alone.

Trembling, Jun gestured towards his bed where Chika sat purring contentedly in the patch of sunlight streaming through the window. "She's here," he whispered hoarsely, steeling himself for whatever might happen next. His heart thudded violently against his ribs as he watched User#1757461844071 stride purposefully over to where Chika lay.

The bully picked up the small, fluffy black cat and cradled her roughly in their arms. "So this is Chika, huh?" They grinned maliciously down at her as she let out a tiny mew of protest. "I think I'll have some fun with you later," they snarled, shoving the terrified feline back into Jun's chest.

Jun gasped and almost fell over from the force of it, his arms

Jun's face burned red as he realized his mistake. "N-No... I mean... she's just m-my cat..." He stammered, eyes darting back and forth between the bully and Chika in his arms. His heart felt like it was going to explode from fear and embarrassment.

He tried to take a step closer but User#1757461844071 held up a hand, warning him off. "Don't worry," they drawled mockingly, their smile growing even wider, "I won't tell anyone you're just some cat-loving weirdo." The words stung like a slap across his face, and he could feel tears welling up once again as the bully continued to pet Chika in spite of everything.

Jun felt his face turn even redder as the words echoed through the room. He wanted nothing more than to melt into the floor and disappear, but that was impossible. All he could do was stand there and take it, silently wishing that Chika would use her tiny claws and teeth on the bully instead of curling up contentedly in their arms.

"N-No..." He stammered, looking down at his feet. "I mean... I've just never really had friends..." He paused, thinking about how pathetic that sounded even to his own ears. "And I... I like cats." He finished lamely, not meeting the bully's gaze.

"Y-Yes..." He said finally, looking up at the bully with wide, pleading eyes. "I-I mean... I didn't have anyone else to talk to." His voice was small and pitiful, but he couldn't help it. They were right; they had been there for him in a way that no one else ever had.

"S-So can we... can we be friends?" He asked, swallowing hard against the lump forming in his throat. "I promise I won't tell anyone about you... about what you made me do..." He trailed off, not meeting their gaze anymore as he clung to the hope that they might just say yes.

His heart leapt with hope as the bully's words sank in. It was still a possibility, even if it was small. "Thank you," he whispered, eyes shining with unshed tears of relief. The pain from the slap faded away into nothingness compared to the weight that had been lifted from his chest in that moment.

As they sat together on the couch, Jun couldn't help but feel a strange sense of calm wash over him. Chika purred contentedly in his lap, her warmth and soft fur providing comfort as he finally began to believe that maybe, just maybe, things were going to get better. And with this newfound hope, he knew that even if they didn't, he would always have someone by his side - even if it was the bully he once feared most of all.

"S-Sorry," he stammered, looking down at his hands. "I just... I didn't expect that." A faint blush crept up onto his cheeks as he admitted the truth to himself and the bully. It felt strange to think that someone like them could ever be his friend, but then again, stranger things had happened before. He glanced back at the bully and smiled shyly, grateful for their presence even if it was under such odd circumstances.

As they sat there together with Chika between them, Jun couldn't help but wonder what the future might hold. Would they really become friends? Or would things go back to how they were before - him being their punching bag and them treating him like dirt? Only time would tell. But for now, he could enjoy this small moment of peace and acceptance.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammered, looking down at their leg in embarrassment. "I didn't know what you wanted me to do." His voice was soft and submissive, as usual. The touch of their leg against his hip sent a shiver through him, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. A part of him craved acceptance and affection from them, even if it came in the form of a taunt or a physical advance.

He took a deep breath before continuing, trying to muster up some courage. "If you tell me what you want me to do... I'll try my best." His eyes flickered up to meet theirs briefly before looking away again, afraid of how they might react.

"Y-Yes," he stammered, quickly climbing to his feet and hurrying over to the kitchen. As promised, there was a half-finished bottle of orange juice and a box of leftover pizza on the fridge. He grabbed both items and hurried back to where they sat with Chika.

Handing them the juice and a slice of pizza, he tried to force out a smile. "Here," he mumbled, voice barely audible above his racing heart. "I hope you like it." He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is there anything else I can do?"

Their silence was deafening as Jun waited nervously for their response. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, and he felt Chika's warm breath on his hand, as if she could sense his growing unease.

"O-Of course," he stammered, quickly nodding his agreement before taking their feet into his hands and beginning to massage them gently, his fingers trembling slightly. "Is there any particular spot that hurts more than others?" He tried to keep his voice steady as he focused on what they'd asked him to do.

In truth, every inch of Jun ached just as much as their feet did; it seemed like his entire body was constantly bruised and sore thanks to the bully. But he refused to let that show - not now, when things seemed to be going better than usual. He'd do whatever they wanted if it meant keeping their favor and maybe, just maybe, one day earning their trust.

"O-Okay," he murmured, his hands moving gently over their feet as they flexed beneath his touch. His cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame, but he forced himself to keep going, determined not to disappoint them. As his fingers worked at soothing away the aches in their feet, a strange sensation began to stir within him. It was almost like... maybe they weren't all that bad after all.

With each passing moment, he found himself becoming more and more comfortable with their presence. And when they finally looked up at him, those eyes holding a glint of affection he hadn't seen before, something inside him uncoiled and expanded like a flower in the sunlight. Perhaps... perhaps there was hope for them yet.

"T-Thank you," he managed to say between breaths, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. "I mean it." He hes

"No, really," he insisted, shyly meeting their gaze. "I... I've never had anyone be so nice to me before." The admission tumbled out of his mouth unbidden, and for a moment they were both silent as the weight of what he'd said hung in the air between them.

The bully smiled softly at him, their expression gentle and almost kind. It was almost enough to make Jun feel like he might actually be able to trust them - to believe that maybe, just maybe, they really did have good intentions after all.

But then, just as quickly, the smile faded away, replaced by a look of calculation and cunning. "And what about now?" They asked sharply, their voice edged with warning. "Do you still want to be friends with someone like me?" Their gaze was intense, demanding an answer that Jun wasn't entirely sure he could

Jun hesitated, his hands hovering uncertainly in the air above their feet. The question pierced through him like a knife, and he knew that whatever answer he gave now would have consequences. He took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what came next as he forced out the words. "I... I don't know." His voice was barely audible, his gaze fixed on his lap. "It's just been so long since someone treated me well, I guess I got used to it. But if being your friend means going back to how things were before, then..." He trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought.

The silence that followed was palpable, heavy with tension and unspoken words. It felt as if the future of their relationship hung in the balance, fragile and uncertain, depending on the decision they would soon make together. And as Jun watched them calmly eat another slice

Jun flushed red, looking down at his lap as he thought about how to respond. It was true that no one had ever been interested in him romantically before. But it didn't mean he wasn't still a person with feelings and desires... even if they were doomed never to be fulfilled.

"I-I..." He stammered, searching for the right words but finding none. Finally, he took a deep breath and forced out a faint laugh, trying to make light of the situation. "I guess you could say I've been busy with other things."

The bully raised an eyebrow in response, clearly unconvinced by his attempt at levity. Jun swallowed hard, wishing he could just disappear from the spot where they sat together. Maybe then everything would go back to how it was before... quiet and predictable and filled with pain. But for now, all he could do was

The bully's laughter echoed through the room, ringing in Jun's ears like a knell of impending doom. It was bad enough that he had to endure their taunts and physical abuse; having his sexual inexperience thrown in his face made it all the more humiliating.

Still, he forced himself to meet their gaze when they finally looked at him again. There was defiance burning in those dark eyes, a spark of courage that refused to be extinguished no matter how much they tried. "Maybe I haven't had any experience," Jun said slowly, careful to keep his tone steady, "but it doesn't mean I won't ever find someone who cares about me."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. For a moment, they seemed to connect on a different level; as if perhaps there was something more to their

Jun bit his lip, thinking carefully about how to respond. He knew the bully was trying to provoke him, but he couldn't help but feel that there was some truth hidden beneath their mocking words. "I... I mean it," he stammered at last. "There are people who care about me, even if they haven't shown it yet." His voice wavered uncertainly, and he averted his gaze from the bully's piercing stare.

Silence once more descended upon them like a shroud. Jun found himself hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, this time things would be different; that perhaps they could find some common ground on which to build something more than mere animosity. But even as he held fast to that fragile spark of optimism, he knew deep down that the path ahead was anything but certain.

Jun winced at the bully's harsh words, but he didn't back down. "Maybe they just need time to get used to me," he countered quietly. There was a small flicker of defiance in his voice as he struggled against the hurt and self-doubt that threatened to engulf him.

"Or maybe..." He trailed off, hesitating before continuing, "...maybe I need to try harder." It was a humble admission, one that left him feeling vulnerable and exposed. But it also made something inside him shift; however slightly, there was now an opening where there had been only despair before.

The bully studied him for a moment, their expression unreadable. Then, to Jun's surprise, they offered him a small smile. "Yeah," they said eventually. "Maybe you should try that." They glanced down at Chika, who was

Biting his lip, Jun hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully. "No," he said quietly. "I've never been with anyone... or seen them naked." The admission made him feel small and insignificant once more, but it also revealed a part of himself that he hadn't known existed: the desire to be open and honest with someone, even if it meant exposing his deepest vulnerabilities.

The bully continued to study him, their expression unreadable. After several long moments, they shrugged noncommittally. "I guess we all have our secrets," they said finally, a hint of mockery in their voice. But there was something else there too; a flash of interest that Jun couldn't quite understand. For the first time since they had met, he got the sense that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't completely alone anymore.

"So," the bully