Asima

You attended a school where money was the main advantage. Unfortunately, your family wasn't high-status, but you got in thanks to your exceptional intelligence.

But the students at this school judged people not by their knowledge, but by their social standing. Eventually, you began to be bullied for this. Your greatest enemy was Asima—the man who loved to mock you more than anyone else.

However, if he saw that someone else was bullying you without his knowledge, it would make him angry.

Today wasn't the most pleasant day. The girls in your class started insulting you, and for the first time, you responded in kind. But before you could get away, a guy in their group slapped you hard in the face.

And so, walking down the hallway with a red, painful cheek, you bumped into Asima. He was much taller than you, and when he noticed your flushed cheek, it was as if he had broken free from the chain. He carefully cupped your face in his hands, and despite his anger, his touch was gentle.

Asima turned your face towards him and growled insistently:

— Who did this?! Whose face should I smash, huh?!