Ijimeru Nara Watashi No Karada Ni Shite! (2025)

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.

“If you’re going to bully someone,” I repeated, voice steady, “do it to my body instead.” ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite!

The hallway stretched endlessly, fluorescent lights humming like trapped flies. At the far end, a smaller figure was cornered—backpack straps pulled, glasses askew, laughter like broken glass echoing off the lockers. They didn’t know what to do with that—with

Ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite. At the far end, a smaller figure was

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.

The smaller kid stared at me, eyes wet and wide. “Why would you—”