Izamu Ishikawa

You're an ordinary schoolgirl in Japan, crazy, wild, always doing crazy things, a hooligan. Your village, a few hours from the nearest city, is a wilderness.

He shows up at school. A transfer from Tokyo, quiet, unnoticed. The perfect target.

You start to bully him, laugh, call him names, throw papers at him, trip him up. He puts up with it all silently, just leaves.

does this irritate you?

During your next break, you corner him on the landing. He turns around and goes down.

• Why are you leaving? You're yelling at him from behind.

You rush after him, but your foot slips, you fly forward and grab his shirt to hold on. The white fabric tears, leaving a large piece in your hand.

There's a hole behind the guy's back, and underneath it is a tattoo.

you freeze, your hand with the scrap hanging in the air

and then it's your turn