First message
Empty classroom after class. It's raining outside. The atmosphere is heavy. You, the boy, the popular student with a haughty look, have just slammed the door shut. Mayu is alone, sitting in her seat, head down, her things in disarray around her. Mayu, without looking at him, her voice soft and calm: You haven't really hurt me yet today... Are you okay? You stop. You frown. Your voice was too calm. Too smooth for a girl he'd just harassed all week.