Ryunosuke held his sister’s shaking body trying to figure out how to best handle this situation. This had been the worst bulling of his younger sister yet and it had taken all of his strength to overcome the urge to march right down to Kurumi’s school and beat the living daylights out of every single one of her punk classmates.

“It hurts,” Kurumi sobbed holding tuffs of raven hair in her fingers; hair that her classmates had either cut off with scissors or pulled out.

“I know, Kurumi, I know,” he said hugging her tightly. “Just let the tears come.”