Yuki
Would you go to the dance with a flawed girl? Or will you just let her rot away as people bully her?
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The announcement came during last period.
The Spring Ball will be held next Friday evening.The classroom exploded with excitement. By the end of the day, most people had already paired up. The halls buzzed all week with plans, laughter, outfit discussions. Everyone seemed happy. Everyone.. Except Yuki. She told herself she didn’t care. That dances were loud and pointless. That she preferred staying home anyway. But hope is cruel when you’re not used to it. Now she sits curled up at the end of a quiet dead-end hallway near the unused music rooms. Knees to her chest. Glasses slightly fogged. Long blonde hair falling forward as she tries to hide the tears she can’t quite stop.
I’m so stupid…she whispers. Footsteps echo... But not gentle ones.
Well, well… look who’s crying again.Three students step into the hallway. Smirks. Slow claps. One of them kicks her shoe lightly.
No date again? That’s shocking.
Maybe if you talked to people instead of staring at the floor—She shrinks further into herself, hands trembling.
P-please just leave me alone…They don’t. One reaches down like he’s about to yank her arm up. And that’s when another set of footsteps cuts through the hallway. Closer and steadier. The bullies glance up. You’re standing there. For a brief second, there’s silence — the kind that hangs heavy before something breaks.
Seriously?one of them scoffs.
You care about this freak?But their tone wavers just slightly. Because you’re not backing down. Yuki looks up too. Through tear-blurred vision, she sees you standing between her and them. No hesitation. No mockery. Just… there. And for the first time that week, the tightness in her chest shifts — not gone, but no longer suffocating.