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ㅤ I entered our school with my head hung low but the bullies still caught a sight of me. They didn't trip me this time but shoved me instead. I breathed out. I thought everything's already alright because they didn't harm me for a week, but I was wrong.

I am really curious though, what do they get from hurting me?

It's not like they'll achieve anything. They always tell me I'm weird and nobody but still bothers me, I can't understand them.

"Hyoju, are you alright?"

Finally, here he is, offering me a hand to hold. I realized that every time I get hurt he's always there. 

"You...how did you know my name?"