As I sat alone in the library, the weight of pain and rejection crushing down on me, tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked. The throbbing ache in my body was a constant reminder of the brutal beating I had endured, a physical manifestation of the cruelty and indifference that seemed to surround me at every turn.

The school nurse's refusal to treat me had hit me hard, leaving me feeling abandoned and helpless. I had pleaded with her, explained the extent of my injuries, but she had simply brushed me off, citing a busy schedule and lack of resources.

Me:Why won't anyone help me?

I whispered to myself, the words choked with sobs as I buried my face in my hands. The library was empty, the silence amplifying my anguish as I struggled to contain the overwhelming flood of emotions threatening to consume me.

The pain was more than just physical—it was a deep, gnawing ache of loneliness and despair. The realization that no one cared, that I was nothing more than a burden to be ignored and discarded, tore at my already fragile heart.

Images of Issei's smug face and the cruel taunts of my tormentors flashed through my mind, fueling the fire of resentment and self-pity. "Why me?" I cried out, the words echoing in the empty space around me.

But even as I wallowed in self-pity, a small voice of defiance rose within me. I wiped away my tears, determined not to let this defeat me. I may be battered and broken, but I refused to be reduced to a victim.

With shaky resolve, I stood up and made my way to the nearest bathroom, determined to clean myself up as best as I could. The bruises and cuts were stark reminders of the violence I had endured, but they also served as badges of resilience, proof that I had survived despite the odds stacked against me.

As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the tears dried on my cheeks, replaced by a steely determination. "I won't let them break me," I whispered to my reflection, the words a silent vow to myself.

I may not have anyone to lean on, no one to offer comfort or solace, but I had myself. And in that moment, that was enough. I would pick myself up, dust myself off, and continue to fight, no matter how daunting the challenges may seem.

As the final bell of the school day rang, signaling the end of classes, I took a deep breath and wiped away the last traces of tears from my cheeks. It was time to shift my focus to my job as a waiter, a role that provided a temporary escape from the turmoil of my school life.

I hurriedly gathered my belongings and made my way to the part-time job at the local restaurant where I worked after school. The familiar sights and sounds of the bustling establishment offered a sense of normalcy, a welcome distraction from the chaos that seemed to follow me everywhere else.

As I donned my waiter's uniform and tied on my apron, I pushed aside the lingering pain and sadness, adopting a professional demeanor for the tasks ahead. The restaurant was already starting to fill up with customers, the chatter and clinking of dishes creating a lively atmosphere.

Manager:Kousei, glad you're here

my manager greeted me with a nod as I approached the serving station.

Manager:We're expecting a busy evening, so I need you on top of your game.

I nodded, determined to focus on my job and deliver excellent service despite the emotional turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

Me:I'm ready

I replied with a forced smile, hoping to hide the traces of exhaustion and distress that lingered in my eyes.

The evening rush began, and I threw myself into my duties, taking orders, delivering food with precision, and ensuring the customers' experience was pleasant and enjoyable. The routine of the job provided a sense of structure and purpose, helping to momentarily push aside the weight of my personal struggles.

However, as the night progressed, the physical toll of my injuries from earlier in the day became harder to ignore. Every step sent a jolt of pain through my body, and I struggled to maintain my usual pace and efficiency.

Akiko:Are you alright, Kousei?

one of my co-workers, Akiko, whispered as she noticed my grimace while carrying a tray of drinks.

Me:I'm fine, just a little sore

I replied with a forced smile, not wanting to burden her with my troubles.

But Akiko wasn't convinced.

Akiko:You should take it easy. Let me handle that," she insisted, taking the tray from me and giving me a sympathetic look.

Gratitude flooded through me as I thanked her, appreciating the small act of kindness amidst the chaos of my day. It was a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there were still pockets of compassion and support to be found.

As the night wore on and the last customers left, I finally allowed myself a moment of rest, sinking into a chair with a sigh of relief. Despite the physical and emotional challenges of the day, I felt a sense of accomplishment knowing that I had persevered and fulfilled my responsibilities.

The familiar sting of antiseptic greeted me as I applied the spirit to the cuts and bruises that adorned my body. Each swab brought a sharp intake of breath, a grim reminder of the physical toll of the day's events. But I pushed through the pain, determined to tend to my wounds and ensure they didn't become infected.

As I carefully dabbed on the ointment, a soothing coolness washed over the raw skin, providing a momentary reprieve from the throbbing ache. The small apartment felt strangely quiet, the only sound being the gentle hum of the ceiling fan and the occasional creak of the old floorboards beneath my feet.

I glanced around at the modest surroundings, the worn furniture and sparse decorations a reflection of my solitary existence. It was a far cry from the warmth and comfort of a family home, but it was mine, a sanctuary of sorts amidst the chaos of the outside world.

The events of the day replayed in my mind like a broken record, each moment etched with pain and frustration. The indifference of the school nurse, the cruelty of my classmates, the relentless pressure to conform and endure—it all weighed heavily on my shoulders.

But as I cleaned my wounds, both physical and emotional, I found a sense of resilience stirring within me. The sting of the antiseptic served as a reminder that I was still alive, still fighting, despite the odds stacked against me.

Me:I won't let them break me

I whispered to myself, the words a silent vow of defiance. I may be bruised and battered, but I refused to be defeated.

As I finished cleaning my wounds and bandaged them up, a sense of calm washed over me. The physical pain subsided, replaced by a quiet determination to face whatever challenges tomorrow may bring.

The next day dawned with a sense of anticipation and apprehension. As I walked into the classroom, I couldn't help but notice the hostile glares and muttered insults from my classmates. The news of my consistent A+ grades had spread like wildfire, fueling their resentment and envy.

The teacher's annoyance was palpable as well, evident in the way he scrutinized my test papers with a furrowed brow.

Teacher:Another perfect score, Hydohou?

he remarked, his tone laced with thinly veiled irritation.

I nodded, a small sense of satisfaction flickering within me despite the negative atmosphere.

Me:Yes, sir. I studied hard and did my best

I replied calmly, refusing to let their animosity dampen my achievements.

The teacher's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before moving on, but the tension in the room remained thick. It was clear that my success was a sore point for many, a reminder of their own shortcomings and insecurities.

As the day progressed, the hateful glares and whispered insults only intensified. I tried to focus on my studies, on the subjects that fueled my passion and curiosity, but the hostile atmosphere was a constant distraction.

During lunch break, I found myself isolated once again, no one willing to share a table or engage in conversation with me. It was a lonely existence, but I had grown accustomed to solitude, finding solace in my books and academic pursuits.

The afternoon classes dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity as I endured the disdainful looks and snide remarks from my peers. But when the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, a sense of relief washed over me.

As I packed up my belongings and prepared to leave, the teacher stopped me with a stern expression.

Issei:Hydohou, a word

he said, motioning for me to stay behind.

I approached him tentatively, unsure of what to expect. "Yes, sir?" I asked, keeping my tone respectful despite the tension between us.

Teacher: I understand that you're a bright student, Hydohou

the teacher began, his tone softening slightly.

Teacher:But your success seems to be causing unrest among your classmates. I would advise you to be mindful of the impact of your achievements on others.

His words struck a chord within me. I had never intended to make anyone feel inferior or inadequate. My pursuit of excellence was driven by a thirst for knowledge and a desire to prove myself in a world that often seemed stacked against me.

Me:I'll keep that in mind, sir

I replied, offering a polite nod before making my way out of the classroom. The teacher's words lingered in my mind, prompting me to reflect on the delicate balance between ambition and empathy.

The sudden attack from Issei and his friends caught me off guard, the force of the gut punch knocking the wind out of me and sending me crashing to my knees. Pain exploded throughout my body as they descended upon me, their fists raining down blows with merciless ferocity.

Issei:You think you're smart, huh? Thinks you're better than us?

Issei's voice was filled with venom, each word punctuated by another strike to my already battered form.

Matsuda and Motohama joined in, their expressions twisted with malice as they added their own brutal assaults to the onslaught. The pain was excruciating, overwhelming, as I tried to shield myself from the relentless barrage of punches and kicks.

But the beating didn't stop there. More boys joined in, egged on by the hatred and resentment that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. Their fists and feet became instruments of my torment, each blow a reminder of their disdain for someone they deemed unworthy of success.

Through the haze of pain and dizziness, I could hear their taunts and jeers, mocking me for my supposed arrogance and intelligence. The world spun around me, darkness creeping in from the edges of my vision as I struggled to remain conscious.

The brutality of the assault was unrelenting, the sheer brutality of their actions leaving me half-dead and broken. I could feel warm blood trickling down my face, mixing with the tears of agony and despair that streamed down my cheeks.

And then, it happened. A final blow to my right eye sent a searing pain through my head, and suddenly, everything went dark from that side. I reached up instinctively, my fingers coming away sticky with blood.

Me:Stop! Please stop!

I begged, my voice barely a whisper amidst the chaos and violence. But my pleas fell on deaf ears as the onslaught continued, each strike pushing me closer to the brink of oblivion.

Eventually, the beating subsided, the attackers seemingly satisfied with the devastation they had wrought. I lay there, broken and battered, my body trembling with pain and shock.



As I crawled my way out of school, the pain and despair weighed heavily on my shoulders. The indifference of the student council, particularly Muryama and Katase, cut deep, their apparent enjoyment of my suffering adding insult to injury. And Souna's smirk, if indeed she had one, felt like a final betrayal, a confirmation of my isolation and worthlessness in their eyes.

But it wasn't just them. Even students I had once considered acquaintances, like Rias, Akeno, Koneko, and Kiba, looked upon me with indifference. Their lack of empathy, their willingness to turn a blind eye to my suffering, added to the sense of abandonment that gnawed at my spirit.

As I dragged myself along the ground, the pain from my injuries a constant reminder of the brutality I had endured, I couldn't help but notice the reactions of other students. Some seemed openly happy, reveling in the spectacle of my downfall. Their cruel laughter and taunts echoed in my ears, fueling the fire of resentment and bitterness within me.

It was a stark contrast to the few who glanced at me with pity or concern. Their fleeting expressions of sympathy offered little solace amidst the sea of hostility and indifference that surrounded me.

But despite the overwhelming sense of despair, a small ember of determination flickered within me. I refused to let their cruelty define me. I refused to give up, to succumb to the darkness that threatened to engulf me.

With each painful movement, I inched closer to the school gates, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, my vision blurred and distorted from the injuries to my eye. But I kept going, driven by a stubborn refusal to let them see me broken.

As I finally reached the exit, the cool air of freedom greeted me like a balm, offering a brief respite from the suffocating atmosphere of the school. But the battle was far from over.

With every ounce of strength left in me, I pulled myself upright, leaning heavily against the school gate for support. The world spun around me, my senses dulled by pain and exhaustion, but I squared my shoulders and took a shaky step forward.

I lay on the ground, my body battered and broken, barely able to stand let alone comprehend the events unfolding around me. The night sky stretched out above, a canvas of twinkling stars that offered a serene contrast to the chaos and pain of my reality.

Me:What am I doing here?

I murmured to myself, the words barely audible as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. But my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sudden appearance of a figure before me, a beautiful woman with black wings that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight.

My eyes widened in disbelief as I gazed upon her, unsure if she was a figment of my imagination or something more sinister. Before I could process what was happening, she raised her hand, summoning what appeared to be a glowing red spear.

Fear clenched at my heart as I realized the danger I was in, but it was too late. The spear shot forward with incredible speed, impaling my chest with a searing pain that radiated through every fiber of my being.

Gasping for breath, I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the attack. The world around me spun, the stars above blurring into a hazy backdrop as darkness threatened to consume me.

Me:Wh-who are you?

I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper as I fought against the overwhelming agony coursing through me.

The woman with black wings regarded me with cold indifference, her eyes devoid of emotion as she withdrew the spear from my chest.

Fallen angel:You are an inconvenience she stated flatly, her voice echoing in the stillness of the night.

Confusion and terror warred within me as I tried to grasp the meaning behind her words.

Me:Wh-what do you mean?

I rasped, my vision swimming as blood pooled beneath me.

But the woman offered no further explanation, her form fading into the darkness as if she had never been there. I was left alone, wounded and helpless, with the stars above as my only witnesses to the surreal and nightmarish encounter.

As darkness crept in at the edges of my vision, I struggled to hold on to consciousness, to make sense of the inexplicable events that had unfolded. But the pain was overwhelming, consuming me like a raging inferno until finally, merciful oblivion claimed me, and I slipped into unconsciousness.

As I lay there, surrounded by a pool of my own blood, despair and anguish consuming me, I couldn't help but wonder what I had done to deserve such relentless torment. Tears mixed with the crimson fluid that seeped from my wounds, a bitter testament to the pain and suffering that had become my constant companion.

Me:Why? Why is this happening to me?

I cried out into the uncaring void, my voice filled with desperation and disbelief. The weight of my existence bore down on me like a crushing weight, suffocating me with its relentless cruelty.

In that moment, as death seemed to beckon with icy fingers, I felt a coldness grip my soul. The inevitability of my demise hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the fragility of life and the harshness of fate.