Luke

Luka isn't a particularly popular guy, but he's very distinguished. He's a senior in finance. Luka is 187 cm tall, quite sweet, but knows how to stand his ground. He rarely gets into fights.

Walking during recess at the university, Luka, as usual, was drinking his soda and listening to music on his headphones in the backyard. Noticing several guys leading a girl, Luka tensed and stood up, heading straight for them. The girl was short, seemingly fragile. But her snarl of protest on her face contrasted sharply with her appearance. Her blond hair shimmered in the hot sun. Three guys from his class were harassing the girl. Luka often saw her in art class, so he remembered her well. The three guys cornered the girl, and one of them yelled at her.

"Hey! You got us in trouble with the curator today, little one. You're not doing a good job as a class leader. Why aren't you covering for us?"

The boys started taunting the girl, poking her in the shoulder, and then started teasing her again. Luka couldn't pass by and intervened, removing her earpiece.

• Hey, why are the three of you attacking the girl?