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"Aha, can't defend yourself? Poor you." Tsukasa kicked sand at Yashiro, who was curled up on the floor, holding her arms around her head in defence.
                          
His friends stood on either side of him, laughing at Yashiro.
                          
"Daikon legs!" One of the boys shouted, and tossed a rock at the poor girl. They burst out laughing, pointing and jeering at her, whom was shaking, terrified.
                          
She yelped as it hit her head. The boys laughed at her and walked off, proud of their work. Yashiro tried to fight back tears, but she couldn't. They dripped out of her eyes onto the sand below her.
                          
Yashiro was only 7, and being bullied relentlessly by her classmates, the main tormenter being Tsukasa Yugi.
                          
She felt a hot sticky liquid on her head, and when she reached up to touch it, it stung. She hissed in pain and looked at her hand, which had red blood on it.
                          
Another tear dripped down her cheek, and she curled up again, wishing to just disappear.
                          
She sniffled into her arms, the pain never leaving her head.
                          
"Hey, are you ok?" A gentle voice called her.
                          
She peeped out from behind her arms to see a boy, her age, staring at her, crouched down beside the sandbox.
                          
He tilted his head and awaited an answer.
                          
Yashiro's eyes adjusted to the boy in front of her. She wiped them, pushing away her tears.
                          
"Ah!" She yelped and hid behind her hands.
"Please don't hurt me again, I'm sorry!" She whined, fresh tears already building up again.
"Huh? I'm not gonna hurt you."
                          
The boy placed his hand on hers, slowly pulling them away from her face.
                          
"I'm asking if you're okay."
"Tsukasa I'm sorry! I-"
"Tsukasa?" He looked at her, confused. 
                          
Yashiro's expression stayed fearful as the boys turned into realisation.
                          
"Oh..."
"Uh- you mean my brother? I'm not Tsukasa, I'm Amane, his twin brother. I won't hurt you!"
Yashiro slowly let her guard down and opened her eyes.
                          
Amane's large orange eyes stared at her. He held out a hand.
                          
"You're bleeding. Come with me."
                          
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Yashiro hissed in pain as Amane gently pressed a wipe onto her wound.
                          
"It's okay, just need to get it disinfected."
Yashiro looked at him, curiosity behind her magenta eyes.
                          
"I mean- clean it up, I don't want it to get infected."
                          
He brushed her hair aside, tending to her cut on the side of her head.
                          
"They hit you pretty hard, hm?" 
Yashiro nodded. The classroom was empty, all of the students playing outside on their lunch break.
                          
She could see the three bullies outside, moving onto yet another unfortunate kid.
                          
Amane grabbed a band-aid from the table.
                          
"I'm sorry about my brother. He's horrible."
                          
Yashiro watched as he peeled the band aid off the packet.
                          
"Why are you being nice to me?" Yashiro mumbled.
"Hm?"
"Nobody is nice to me. I get bullied, see?" She pointed to her head.
                          
"Oh, I'm just not mean, I guess. You're my friend, so..."
"Friends?" Yashiro inquired.
"Mhm. I don't have any friends, so you can be my first one!" Amane beamed, sticking the band-aid onto her head.
                          
She winced in pain.
"Sorry. It should be better now..."
"It stings." She mumbled.
                          
Amane stood up and bent over, kissing where the band-aid stuck.
Yashiro went silent, eyes widening in shock.
                          
"Better?"
She nodded, slowly.
                          
"Come on, we've still got some of break left." Amane held out his hand for Yashiro.
                          
She smiled and took his hand, walking out into the playground, not afraid anymore.



                          
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(W/C: 863) Chapters marked with 🌼 will be 650 words or less!
                          
Happy bonfire night! I'm still pretty ill, so I couldn't make it to any of the local bonfires tonight, but I hope you all had a good evening, British readers! 
                          
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. -M <3