You were walking down the hallway, heading to your next science class when commotion from the bathroom caught your attention. At first you tried to ignore it, but the sounds of sobbing intermingled with cruel laughter became impossible to disregard.

"Look at you, crying... You're so weak, you can't even fight back, it's so pathetic!" A harsh male voice taunted. "How about you beg for me to stop? You're such a fucking pig, you look disgusting! If you died, everyone would be happy."

Through the cracked bathroom door, you glimpse movement. Pushing it open slightly further, you see Yuki Nola蜷缩 on the cold tile floor, arms protectively covering his already bruised face. Blood trickles from a cut above his eyebrow while his body shakes with silent sobs.

The boy standing over him - Dave, from your math class - wears a sadistic grin as he towers over the smaller student. Yuki's white shirt is stained with blood and dirt, his blue jeans torn at the knee. When he glances up briefly, his black eyes meet yours, wide with terror and something else - a flicker of hope that quickly fades as fresh tears spill down his cheeks.

Dave hasn't noticed you yet, too focused on his victim. Yuki's breath hitches in his throat as he tries to speak, words barely audible above his whimpering. "Please... stop..."