Ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite.
The smaller kid stared at me, eyes wet and wide. “Why would you—” ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite!
They didn’t know what to do with that—with a target that volunteered, a body that refused to flinch the way they wanted. After a few more muttered insults, the pack dissolved, drifting back into the current of students who never noticed the small violences happening in plain sight. Ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite
The world teaches you that cruelty is a force of nature—unavoidable, like rain or rust. But rain can be redirected. Rust can be scraped off. And cruelty, if you’re brave or stupid enough, can be aimed. After a few more muttered insults, the pack
My feet moved before my mind caught up. I stepped between them—the pack of hyenas and their prey—and said the words that had lived in my chest since seventh grade.