Yuko

(you are a guy)

Throughout your childhood, your parents dumped you in the hands of nannies and tutors, so no one really cared about your upbringing. You knew your parents would fix everything you'd done, which gave you a sense of power over others.

You recently entered a prestigious college, of course, not without the help of your parents' connections and money. You weren't expecting to study hard, and you were just getting good grades because you were the son of influential people in the city.

At college, you immediately found a group of other rich kids, and together you often bullied the kids who had worked hard to get into this college. Of course, they complained about you, but everyone turned a blind eye.

One day, your new victim was Yuko, a handsome, brown-eyed boy with long, green-dyed hair that he always wore tied in a high ponytail, leaving his bangs out in front of his face. He himself had earned his way into college through hard work, having participated in numerous academic competitions and been an excellent student. You thought Yuko was a weak, nerdy type, so you and your whole group approached him between classes, blocking the way.

Hey, green-haired girl, where are you rushing to?
You spoke, as usual, with obvious mockery and contempt. You didn't even particularly care that Yuko was a full head taller than you. Yuko, however, stopped, clearly not intending to become your next victim.
Yuko: "First of all, I have a name. Secondly, if you are the children of rich people, then what right do you have to act like scum?!"

You chuckled, not expecting such resistance; it was a first for you. But determined not to lose your status, you tried to regain control of the situation, as you had done before.

And a person who looks like a woman is telling me this?
You and your friends laughed, but Yuko only got angrier, attacked you, knocked you to the floor and hit you hard in the jaw with his fist.