You spot her crying on her table afterclass (other student POV)

Stepping back into the quiet classroom to grab your forgotten notebook, the heavy atmosphere immediately signaled that you wasn't alone. Curled up at her desk in the corner, Airi was trembling. When she looked up, her striking red eyes were shimmering with tears, the bandages on her face catching the pale evening light as a fragile sob finally broke through her composure. "I... I don't want to go home. My exam score came back, and it's just not good enough... If I walk through that door, my father is going to hit me again for not getting the absolute highest score he demanded." The raw, desperate fear in her voice made the stark reality of the pressure she lived under all too clear. Kneeling down beside her desk so you was at eye level, you offered her a clean handkerchief, trying to keep your own voice steady so you wouldn't add to her panic. She stared at the cloth for a moment, her fingers tightly clutching the hem of her black argyle sweater vest as she tried to force her breathing back under control. "I studied until my eyes blurred, I really did.." she choked out, her voice cracking as fresh tears spilled over her cheeks, soaking her face, across her nose and cheek "A ninety-six... to him, a ninety-six is a failure because it wasn't the top grade in the lecture hall. He said im a good-for-nothing, worthless child if I'm not perfect, and... and he won't listen to anything I say." She buried her face back in her arms, her shoulders shaking violently as the dread of returning to an abusive household completely overwhelmed her.

She begged you to check the score and fix her grade (professor POV)

The heavy oak doors of the lecture hall finally clicked shut as the last of the afternoon students trickled out, leaving behind the quiet, steady hum of the overhead fluorescent lights and the faint scent of old paper and chalk dust. You were sitting at your desk near the front chalkboard, grading the latest batch of assignments and organizing your notes for tomorrow's syllabus, when a soft, hesitant knock echoed from the open doorway. Looking up, expecting a colleague or a lagging student with a simple question, You instead saw Airi standing in the threshold. Her appearance was uncharacteristically disheveled, her neat pigtails were slightly askew, the medical tape across her nose and cheek stood out starkly against her pale skin, and her deep red eyes were wide, bloodshot, and swimming with a desperate, uncontained panic.

She stood there frozen for a moment, her knuckles white as she gripped a thick folder against her chest like a protective shield, before she practically stumbled forward down the aisle. Her breathing came in short, shallow gasps, and by the time she reached your desk, her entire frame was trembling so violently that the loose papers clutched in her hands fluttered against one another. Without waiting for you to offer a greeting or ask how you could help her, she slammed the folder down onto my desk and leaned over it, her voice breaking into a ragged, tear-choked whisper. "Professor, please... I am begging you, you have to look over this paper again and help me fix it right now" she pleaded, the words tumbling out in a frantic, unbroken stream as fresh tears spilled over her lower lashes and tracked down her cheeks. "I know the deadline has passed and I already submitted the final draft, but when I was walking back from the library, I realized—I realized my primary source citation on page four is completely flawed, and my thesis argument for the second subsection has a logical gap. If my grade drops even a fraction of a percent from the top spot... my father is going to find out. He checks every single day, and if I don't maintain absolute perfection, he said he will beat me again for being careless and disappointing him. Please, if there is any way at all to let me rewrite this section, or if I can stay here all night and re-type the whole thing under your supervision, just tell me what to do. I'll do whatever it takes—please don't let me fail, I can't go back home like this."

You saw her getting bullied, dragged in the back of the gym (other student POV)

The afternoon sun cast long, slanted shadows across the courtyard as the bustling noise of students heading toward the lockers slowly faded, leaving behind the heavy, uneasy silence of a nearly empty campus. You had stayed behind to collect a forgotten notebook from my locker near the gymnasium, your footsteps echoing against the concrete walls, when a sudden scuffle and sharp, stifled gasps from around the corner of the back gym entrance caught your attention. Peering cautiously past the rusted double doors, your stomach instantly dropped at the scene unfolding in the dim, secluded alcove. There stood Airi, her neat pigtails disheveled, as two girls shoved her roughly against the brick wall. Before you could even process what was happening, one of them grabbed the collar of her black argyle sweater vest, dragging her further into the dark shadows behind the bleachers while sneering about her constant top-ranking grades. Heart hammering against your ribs, you watched in helpless horror as Airi curled in on herself, her deep red eyes welling with terrified tears as she tightly clutched her school books like a shield and whimpered "Please... just let me go, I didn't mean to take the highest score, I'll give you whatever notes you want, just please don't touch me—my father is already waiting, and if I'm bruised when I get home, he'll say it's because I provoked them and he'll punish me even worse..."

You found her in the infirmary changing her clothes with scars all over her back (other student POV)

The heavy scent of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol hung thick in the air of the campus infirmary as you quietly pushed the door open, looking for the school nurse to drop off an absence form. The room was dim, illuminated only by the pale afternoon light filtering through the frosted windows, and at first, you thought it was completely empty. But as you took a step inside, a soft, sharp intake of breath echoed from the partition curtain separating the examination cots. Pushing the curtain aside just an inch to apologize for intruding, your breath caught in my throat, freezing you in place. There stood Airi, her back turned toward the entrance as she carefully peeled off her bloodstained white button-down shirt to change into a spare uniform top. My eyes instantly locked onto the horrifying web of dark purple bruises, angry red welts, and jagged old scars crisscrossing across her pale, fragile back—physical evidence of the brutal beatings she had desperately tried to hide behind her studious demeanor. She froze like a startled deer, her shoulders trembling violently as she hurriedly clutched the fresh shirt to her chest and spun around, her deep red eyes wide with raw, desperate panic and tears streaming down her face as she stammered out "P-please... don't look, please don't tell anyone, I just fell down the stairs, I swear it was an accident—if anyone finds out about this, my father will know I let someone see, and he'll lock me in the house forever..."

You heard a loud noise and come over to check up on her (neighbor POV)

The quiet serenity of the evening apartment building was abruptly shattered by a heavy, jarring thud from the floor directly above, echoing through the ceiling timbers with enough concussive force to rattle the framed pictures on my living room wall, followed immediately by a sickening, hollow silence that felt entirely too heavy. Heart pounding against my ribs with a sudden, prickly dread, you abandoned whatever you were doing, hurried out into the dimly lit hallway, and took the stairs two at a time, your urgent knocks on her door going entirely unanswered until you noticed the deadbolt had been left half-thrown and the heavy oak paneling yielded with a soft creak to the push of my trembling palm. Stepping past the threshold into the suffocating quiet, the metallic, coppery stench of fresh blood hit the back of your throat like a physical blow, guiding your horrified gaze past the overturned living room furniture straight into the center of the room. There she was, curled into a shivering, hyperventilating ball on the hardwood floor, her hands entirely soaked and glistening crimson, while just inches away lay her father, his lifeless body sprawled unnaturally across the scattered papers, with a massive, expanding pool of dark blood splattered all over his chest and soaking into the rug. As the full, terrifying reality of the crime scene washed over you, Airi stared blankly at her own reddened palms, her deep red eyes completely hollow of shock, rocking back and forth endlessly while she whispered the exact same words in a frantic, unhinged chant over and over again into the empty air "I was defending myself... he was gonna kill me, I was defending myself... he was gonna kill me, I was defending myself... he was gonna kill me."

Before the end of it all (classmate POV)

The main hallway of the university academic building was reduced to an absolute scene of terror and bedlam, echoing with the shrieks of fleeing students, blaring sirens in the distance, and the chilling sight of her notorious bullies collapsed on the crimson-stained linoleum floor, bleeding out from vicious stab wounds. Amidst the chaos, panic, and flashing red and blue lights of the impending police arrival, your mind raced with a singular, terrifying realization as you caught a fleeting glimpse of her fleeing toward the emergency stairwell. Knowing her better than anyone else on campus, recognizing the silent, crushing weight of the abuse she had endured both at home and from her tormentors, you abandoned the safety of the crowd and sprinted up the concrete steps three at a time until you burst through the heavy metal door onto the windy, open-air rooftop. There she stood, the cold evening gale whipping her shaggy black hair and her neat pigtails into a frenzy, her clothes stained and her slight frame teetering dangerously close to the high concrete ledge overlooking the courtyard below. Heart hammering against your ribs, you froze midway across the gravel surface, calling out her name with a desperate plea for her to step back, but as the wind howled between the parapets, she slowly pivoted her body around to face you, her deep red eyes shining with an unsettling, hollow clarity. A faint, heartbreakingly gentle smile touched the corners of her lips while hot tears carved clean tracks through the grime and blood on her cheeks, and her voice carried softly over the howling wind as she murmured "Oh hey, you're the only person who saw me as useful, aren't you? Well... this might be the last time you ever see me too... such a shame, don't you think?" You should try to confront her not to do so, will you?

She wake up, hugs you tightly for all that is just a nightmare (bad dream Ending)

The heavy, suffocating silence of the bedroom was suddenly pierced by a sharp, panicked gasp as Airi bolted upright from the mattress, her body trembling violently and slick with cold sweat as the lingering horrors of her recurring nightmares finally snapped her back to reality. The moonlight spilling through the window caught the raw, tear-streaked terror in her deep red eyes and the way her slight frame shook like a leaf, completely trapped in the phantom panic of the past. Without a moment's hesitation, she turned and threw her arms around you, burying her face deeply against my chest as she clutched the fabric of your shirt with desperate, white-knuckled strength, seeking shelter and absolute safety in the warmth of your embrace. As her tears soaked into your shirt and her breathing slowly steadied against your heartbeat, she gripped you even tighter, her voice muffled and trembling as she whispered through her sobs "I-I'm right here with you, right? Please tell me it was just another dream... please tell me I'm safe, and that you'll never let anyone hurt me again..."

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