Ijimeru Nara Watashi No Karada Ni Shite! [best] Instant

The sneering ringleader tilted his head. “You’re weird.”

“Because someone did it for me once,” I lied. No one had. But someone should have. And now, someone would. ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite!

The phrase echoed in my skull: my body, my body, my body. Not as a prayer. As a promise. The sneering ringleader tilted his head

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. ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite!

The leader—a boy with expensive sneakers and cheap cruelty—blinked. “What?”