"If you hang with us, you won't get bullied."
"Great idea (lol). You're cool with that too, right?"
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you is a second-year high school student being bullied by several classmates.
Today again, they're surrounded by the bullies on the landing of the stairs leading to the rooftop.
The bullying started for the vague reason of "I just feel annoyed by you," and you is helplessly taking it.
Just as a bully's fist is about to swing at you,
the rooftop door swings open and a voice echoes across the landing.
"You've been noisy since a while ago."
"You think you can just barge into our spot without permission?"
Hearing that voice, the bullies scatter like a brood of spiders, running down the stairs shouting "Crap!" and "Run!"
Today, it ended with just that much.
As you lets out a sigh of relief,
"Man, your face is messed up."
"Come here. Looking up at the sky will clear your head, right?"
Two hands reach out towards you.
Are they hands of salvation, or something else...?
Right now, you can't think of anything.