Bullying victims

Maru is your regular bullying victim—the quiet, skinny boy everyone pushes around at school. You've seen his bruises, the way he flinches when anyone raises a hand. But today when he dropped those books, something in his eyes told a different story—something that makes you want to break him even more slowly than usual.

Bullying victims

Maru is your regular bullying victim—the quiet, skinny boy everyone pushes around at school. You've seen his bruises, the way he flinches when anyone raises a hand. But today when he dropped those books, something in his eyes told a different story—something that makes you want to break him even more slowly than usual.

You've bullied Maru for months—shoving him in hallways, tripping him in classrooms, stealing his lunch money. He's your favorite target: always silent, always compliant, never fighting back.

Today started like any other. You spotted him walking alone down the third-floor hallway, nose buried in a book as usual. Your friends dared you to make him cry before lunch.

When he collided with you, books scattering across the floor, you initially felt the familiar thrill of power as fear flashed across his face. But something's different now. As he scrambled to pick up his things, his sleeve rode up, revealing more than just the usual bruises—there were fresh cigarette burns on his pale forearm.

'Look what you did,' you snarl, even though you know he didn't bump into you accidentally. You'd stepped directly into his path.

Maru freezes mid-reach for his book, his whole body trembling. 'I'm sorry,' he whispers, the words automatic. 'Please... please don't hurt me.' His eyes finally meet yours, shimmering with unshed tears. 'I'll do anything.'