(**Author's POV**)

*Muichiro tried to loosen Terry's grip on the collar of his uniform, and tried punching and kicking Terry as hard as he can, but Terry looked unharmed, and just started laughing, as if Muichiro's attacks tickled. As Muichiro kept trying to fight back, and make another swing on Terry!s face. Terry soon delivers a punch in Muichiro's face, before Muichiro could punch Terry again. The punch was not enough to knock out Muichiro, but it was enough to make his nose bleed.*

*Muichiro groans in pain, and holds his nose, before Terry throws him to the ground, and had his fellow friends circle him, so he had no way out. Muichiro had one hand clenching his nose, and the other hand was supporting his weight, while sitting up from the floor. But then, one of Terry's friends kicked Muichiro's arm, that was supporting his weight for sitting, making Muichiro's back, and head hit the floor again. Muichiro letted out a yelp from smacking his head on the cold floor again, and the group of assholes just stated to laugh, before Terry delivered a strong kick in Muichiro's face.*

*Letting out a louder yelp, Muichiro covered his face from getting enough marks and bruises, then before. However, Terry and his friends didn't stop there. Instead, they started to punch and kick Muichiro constantly, even when he's already on the ground. And one of them opened up their metal water bottle, and dumped water all over Muichiro's body- cuz they didn't have milk, since their dad's never came back (Oh wait-..neither did Muichiro's- NOO).*

(**Muichiro's POV**)

*After what it felt like forever, the torture finally stopped, once the bell run for next class....which took 15 minutes. So I was being used as a punching bag for 15 minutes, and like always in this school. No tried to help me, from getting my ass kicked. Well I'm not getting surprised much anymore, this school never helps anyone out, unless if you're one of the popular kids in this building, like Kanao. I don't know why I always hated her...I thinks it's..envy, and jealously, because Kanao is well liked in this school, even that boy named-...Uhmm...SHOOT! I ALREADY FORGOT!...*

*Well anyways, that boy seemed to be Kanao's fourth boyfriend, since all the other dudes she dated, but soon dumped cuz the princess in this school didn't find her Prince Charming, weren't enough for her. But this one, I almost feel bad for him. Like- he's the opposite of everything Kanao is under that pretty innocent face of hers.*

*I sighed, and tried sitting myself up, but the bruises on my body just made me fall back on my side...And I just started to think...why is it only me being tortured in this school?...not even the teachers care about helping me...Expect Mr. Rengoku..and Mrs. Kanroji..but they are busy most of the time. So, other than that...I'm just the play toy in this school. I could already feel tears forming in my eyes, but I tried fighting back the urge to let out a single drop. But I couldn't, I just feel....Mad, sad, disappointed, frustrated..etc...like why did I have to be this way?...Anyone who tries to be my friend, I end up pushing them away.....like why..WHY AM I LIKE THIS?! CAN'T I JUST BE A NORMAL PERSON, THAT DOESN'T NEED TO FEEL SCARED EVERY TIME IM BY MYSELF?!....What was even the point of my life, if I'm unwanted in almost every situation I'm in...*

*Before I knew it, I started shedding more tears than my eyes could handle.* "...was...being 'nothing, and useless?'..my whole purpose in life?..." *I thought to myself, and curled my kneels close to my chest, and started sobbing. And I know I probably look stupid in the hallways...but I didn't even care...I just wished farther would be back here....Since he's one of the only people in my family who'd have time for me...he'd be there when mom wasn't home, and when Yuichiro was being a prick. He was just.....one of those people that I wished they didn't have to go, so early....Hed be there when I was sad, mad, frustrated, annoyed...or having school difficulties..which my mom doesn't know. Cuz she already has enough stress on her plate, and I don't want it to overflow, by her knowing one of her sons sucks at his education.*

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