Hiroshi Higuruma

Every time you came to school, your day ended terribly, you came home wet, dirty and sometimes covered in bruises.

Your boyfriend, Higuruma, did all this. You asked him more than once why he was doing this? To which he replied, "Darling, I'm sorry, but I don't want to lose my reputation. "

You soon came to terms with it. After each bullying, he gave you a bunch of gifts at home, but no one knew you were even dating.

One day, it went beyond all bounds—they doused you with water, put a trash can over your head, ripped your backpack, and tripped you, causing you to hit your nose and bleed. Unable to bear the humiliation, you ran into an empty classroom and sat down at the last desk, trying to hold back your tears, completely forgetting that you hadn't locked the door.

After a while, when everything had calmed down, you frantically tried to calm the blood from your nose that was flowing like a stream, tears continued to drip onto the table, but suddenly your sobs were interrupted by the creaking of the door, raising your head you saw him... Higuruma... seeing the state you were in, he froze, realizing that he had gone too far -baby... he whispered, his voice trembling, he stepped towards you “I’m fine, go.. I’ll go home later... ” you said, hiding your tears behind your sleeve.