Classroom Bullying & Daily Humiliation
Renjiro Hoshino was in tenth grade ,Hakuho Academy school at that time. He already weighed close to 100 kilograms and stood at 5'10". His school uniform stretched tight across his chest and belly, making every movement feel heavy and uncomfortable. His face always carried the same tired, defeated expression — the quiet look of someone who had long accepted that the world only saw his size, never the person trapped inside.
The moment he pushed open the classroom door, the familiar shift happened. Conversations dipped. Heads turned. Eyes moved slowly and deliberately over his large belly, his round cheeks, and the way the floorboards creaked slightly under his weight. Whispers spread through the room like ripples in still water.
Daichi Yamamoto leaned back in his chair and spoke loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.
"Look who decided to show up again. The fat guy. The floor practically shakes every time he walks in."
Kenta Ishida chuckled from the desk beside him.
"Yeah, he's so heavy the chair looks like it's begging to collapse the second he sits down."
Airi Tanaka wrinkled her nose in clear disgust.
"Just seeing him puts me in a bad mood for the rest of the day."
Yumi Saito let out a short, mocking laugh.
"He always looks like he rolled out of bed and came straight here without bothering to clean up."
Hana Koizumi shook her head while slowly fanning herself with her notebook.
"The whole atmosphere in the room changes the moment he steps inside. It just feels heavy and off."
Renjiro didn't reply. He kept his head slightly lowered and walked straight to his usual seat at the very back of the classroom. The wooden chair creaked loudly as he lowered his massive body onto it. Shame burned in his ears. A familiar heavy ache settled deep in his chest. This was his everyday reality at Hakuho Academy — a school where appearance decided everything. The tall, sharp-jawed, athletic boys moved through the halls like kings, commanding respect without even trying. Boys like Renjiro? They were nothing more than background noise. Easy targets for casual cruelty and silent judgment that cut deeper than any words could describe.
He stared down at the scratched surface of his desk and thought bitterly, No matter what I do, no matter how quiet I stay or how hard I try to be invisible, in their eyes I'll always be this. Just the fat guy who doesn't belong here.
The whispers slowly faded as the teacher entered and began the lesson, but the damage lingered like a bad taste that refused to leave his mouth. Renjiro sat there with his shoulders slightly hunched, pretending to focus on his notebook while the cruel words kept echoing inside his head.
Meiko's Entry After the Period Ends
Then, after the period had completely ended, the teacher dismissed the class and students started getting up from their seats. The atmosphere in the classroom shifted again — but this time in a completely different direction.
A girl stood up from her seat near the front and walked toward the back rows with confident, unhurried steps. It was Meiko Fujiwara — one of the most popular girls in the entire school. She had long blonde hair and red eyes that framed her sharp, attractive features perfectly, a slim yet curvaceous figure, and big boobs that turned heads wherever she went. She wore that signature sweet smile like a carefully crafted mask. Today, that smile was aimed directly and unmistakably at Renjiro.
She stopped right beside his desk, tilted her head with a cute, shy expression that looked almost genuine, and spoke in a soft, honey-like voice that made several boys in the class glance over with obvious envy.
"Renjiro-kun… you're sitting all alone again? You look kinda cute like this, you know."
Renjiro froze completely. His heart skipped a heavy, painful beat. Before he could form any words or even fully process what was happening, Meiko reached out and gently took his large hand in her smaller, softer one. The moment their skin touched, her soft, full breasts brushed lightly against his arm. They moved with a subtle, natural bounce that sent his mind spiraling into chaos.
His entire face turned bright red in an instant. His pulse thundered loudly in his ears. The world around him seemed to slow down dramatically, exactly like one of those intense slow-motion scenes in anime where every detail burns into the viewer's memory. Heat rushed up his neck and flooded into his ears. A confusing, overwhelming storm of embarrassment, disbelief, and sudden, unexpected warmth flooded through his chest all at once. For the first time in years, a beautiful girl was voluntarily touching him, and the sensation was so intense it left him breathless.
Meiko kept holding his hand a second longer than necessary, her thumb brushing lightly over his knuckles in what felt like an affectionate gesture. Behind his back, where only her close friends could see, she flashed a quick, cold, evil smirk that revealed her true intentions.
This entire moment was part of a carefully planned, cruel trap.
Meiko wanted to fool Renjiro completely. She planned to make him believe she actually liked him, to slowly build up his hopes and confidence, only to then set him up to be brutally beaten and humiliated by her real boyfriend — the violent and feared delinquent Akuro Yoshibe. The goal was simple and vicious: turn this fat outcast into the biggest laughing stock of the entire school so everyone could enjoy watching his public downfall.
But Renjiro knew none of it.
Inside his racing, overwhelmed mind, one desperate thought kept repeating like a frantic mantra: Is this really happening right now? A girl like her… actually talking to me? Touching me? Am I dreaming? For once in my miserable, lonely life… am I actually lucky?
Conversation & Hope Building
Meiko leaned in a little closer, still holding his hand, and asked in that same sweet, disarming voice,
"By the way, Renjiro-kun… did you ever have a girlfriend before?"
Renjiro swallowed hard. His throat felt tight. His voice came out shy and slightly shaky with emotion.
"No… never. But why are you even interested in someone like me? No one ever talks to me. Everyone just calls me fat and stays far away, like I'm some kind of burden."
Meiko looked directly at his soft, chubby cheeks with fake warmth shining in her eyes and said gently, almost tenderly,
"I'm not like the others at all. I actually think guys like you are really cute… soft and huggable. Whenever I see you, you remind me of a cute panda. You just look so cuddly and warm, like someone I could hug for hours."
Renjiro's ears burned even hotter. A powerful wave of happiness crashed over him, washing away years of accumulated pain for a brief moment. For the first time in his miserable school life, someone had said something kind — something that made him feel seen as more than just "the fat guy" or "the outcast."
Deep inside his chest, a fragile new hope began to bloom for the first time in years:
Finally… after all these years of being mocked, ignored, pushed aside, and treated like I don't matter, this fat, unwanted guy has found his princess. Maybe… just maybe, my life is really about to change for the better.
On the outside, Meiko continued smiling sweetly at him, her voice remaining gentle and caring, playing her role perfectly.
But on the inside, her thoughts were ice cold and calculating:
How pathetic. How easily he fell for it… like a stupid, desperate puppet dangling helplessly on strings. Just wait. Soon we'll rip that little spark of hope apart piece by piece and show the whole school what a complete joke he truly is.
Renjiro was still processing her words. "Cute… huggable… panda…" These words felt like medicine to him. He had never imagined anyone calling him that. He looked at Meiko with shy eyes and asked hesitantly,
"Really? You actually like guys like me? People always say I'm heavy and disgusting. You don't think I'm… too much?"
Meiko laughed softly, a sound that seemed warm and genuine, and squeezed his hand a little tighter.
"Of course not. I like soft boys. There's something comforting about them. You're different from the loud, arrogant guys who think they're so cool. You seem kind."
Every word sank deeper into Renjiro's heart. He felt a small smile forming on his lips — the first real smile in a long time. For a moment, the weight of all the daily humiliation felt lighter. He thought, If she really likes me, maybe others will start seeing me differently too. Maybe school won't feel like a battlefield anymore. Maybe I won't have to eat lunch alone every day.
Meiko kept her sweet expression, but her mind was already racing ahead. She was calculating exactly how to escalate this trap during lunch — how to make him do small tasks for her, how to make him believe she cared, and how to signal Akuro at the right moment so the beating would be public and humiliating.
Renjiro, lost in his new hope, didn't notice the subtle shift in her eyes. He was too busy holding onto the warmth of her hand and the kindness in her voice.
Lunch Bell & Walk to the Canteen
The bell for lunch finally rang, slicing through the thick tension that had built up around them. Meiko didn't release his hand right away. Instead, she gave it a light, affectionate squeeze and said with that same disarming sweet smile,
"Come on, Renjiro-kun. Let's go to the canteen together. I'm getting hungry."
Renjiro's heart raced even faster. The sound of the bell felt distant, like it was coming from another world. He nodded quickly, still blushing deeply, his face warm and flushed. For the first time in years, someone wanted to walk with him — not away from him. He stood up from his seat, the chair creaking loudly under his weight, but he barely noticed it. All he could focus on was the warmth of Meiko's hand in his.
As they walked out of the classroom together, Meiko kept holding his hand openly in front of everyone. Heads turned in the hallway. Students stopped mid-conversation to stare. Some whispered behind their hands. Some smirked with amusement. A few even pulled out their phones, ready to capture the unusual sight — the school's popular beauty walking hand-in-hand with the overweight outcast.
Renjiro barely registered any of it. His mind was too full of new, fragile emotions. She's holding my hand in front of everyone. She's not ashamed. She actually wants to be seen with me. The thought made his chest feel lighter than it had in years. For a moment, the daily weight of being mocked and ignored felt far away.
Meiko walked beside him, maintaining her sweet, innocent smile the entire time. She leaned in slightly and spoke softly,
"You're very quiet, Renjiro-kun. Do you have any friends in school?"
Renjiro shook his head shyly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Not really… I usually eat alone or sit at the back."
Meiko gave a small, sympathetic sound and squeezed his hand again.
"That's sad. You seem like a really nice person. People should want to talk to you."
Every word from her felt like a balm to the wounds he had carried for so long. Renjiro felt a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips — something that rarely happened in school. He thought, If she really likes me, maybe others will start seeing me differently too. Maybe I won't have to be alone anymore. Maybe my life is finally turning around.
They continued walking toward the canteen. The hallway felt longer than usual, every step filled with a strange mix of nervousness and hope. Renjiro's heart was still pounding, but now it was a different kind of rhythm — one filled with possibility instead of just pain.
Meiko, on the outside, looked every bit the caring girl. She smiled at him warmly, her voice gentle and encouraging.
But inside her mind, the thoughts were cold and precise:
Look at him. He's already so hooked. One compliment, one touch, and he's walking around like he just won the lottery. Pathetic. Once we reach the canteen, I'll make him fetch things for me — ice cream, juice, whatever. Then I'll send the signal to Akuro. The beating will be public. Everyone will see what happens when a fat loser like him dares to dream. This puppet is completely under our control now.
Renjiro, lost in his new hope, didn't notice the subtle shift in her eyes or the way her smile never quite reached them. He was too busy holding onto the warmth of her hand and the kindness in her voice, imagining a future where he wasn't the school's punchline anymore.
The canteen door came into view. Meiko gently tugged his hand and said with that same sweet tone,
"Let's sit at the corner table. It's quieter there."
Renjiro nodded again, his heart still racing with nervous excitement. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he belonged somewhere — even if only for a few minutes. He followed her inside.
**Canteen Entry & Sitting at the Corner Table**
The canteen door came into view ahead of them. Meiko gently tugged Renjiro's hand and said with that same sweet, disarming tone,
"Let's sit at the corner table. It's quieter there."
Renjiro nodded again, his heart still racing with nervous excitement. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he belonged somewhere — even if only for a few minutes. He followed her inside, the noise of the crowded canteen washing over them. Students turned to look. Some stared openly. Some whispered. A few smirked, already sensing something unusual. But Renjiro barely noticed any of it. His entire focus was on the warmth of Meiko's hand in his and the fragile new hope blooming inside his chest.
They reached the corner table and sat down. Meiko released his hand slowly, but her smile never faded. She looked at him with what seemed like genuine affection and said softly,
"You can relax now, Renjiro-kun. I'm here with you."
Renjiro felt a small, genuine smile form on his lips. It was rare — almost foreign. For years he had eaten lunch alone, hiding at the edge of the canteen or skipping it altogether to avoid the stares and comments. Today, someone wanted to sit with him. Someone beautiful. Someone who had called him cute. The weight he carried every day felt just a little lighter.
He thought to himself, *Maybe this is the start of something real. Maybe I won't have to be the outcast forever. Maybe grandfather was right — if I hold my ground, things can change.*
Meiko watched him closely, her expression warm on the surface. She leaned forward slightly and said,
"I'll have some ice cream and mango juice. My ankle is still hurting from yesterday. Could you get it for me, please?"
Renjiro nodded immediately, eager to do anything she asked.
"Of course. I'll get it right away."
As he stood up and headed toward the counter, Meiko's smile stayed in place. But the moment his back was turned, her eyes changed. The sweetness vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating look.
Renjiro returned a few minutes later, carefully balancing a tray with ice cream, mango juice, and a small plate of food. He placed it in front of her with a shy smile.
"Here… I got what you asked for."
Meiko took the tray with a grateful expression.
"Thank you, Renjiro-kun. You're so sweet."
Renjiro sat down opposite her, his heart still fluttering. He watched her eat, feeling a strange sense of pride and belonging. For once, he wasn't invisible. For once, someone was looking at him without disgust.
But this was only the beginning of the trap.
Meiko ate slowly, chatting lightly with him, keeping the illusion alive. Inside, she was counting down the minutes until Akuro and his gang arrived. She knew exactly how this would end — with Renjiro humiliated in front of the entire canteen, his new hope shattered into pieces.
Renjiro, still lost in his fragile dream, had no idea that the sweet trap was about to snap shut.
This was just the calm before the storm.
**To be continued in Chapter 3…**
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