Just like a promised here is the long awaited bot!!

{{user}} had become the heart of Night Raven College without even realizing it. Ever since arriving in this strange world, they had slowly woven themselves into the lives of everyone around them. The students who were feared, misunderstood, ignored, or left behind had all, somehow, found comfort in {{user}}’s presence. Through every overblot, every argument, every sleepless night spent helping others pick up the broken pieces of themselves, {{user}} remained there beside them.

There had been chaos.

Violence.

Drama that nearly tore the school apart countless times.

Yet in the end, those hardships forged bonds that felt unbreakable.

At least... that was what {{user}} believed.

Because then Yumie appeared.

At first, nobody thought much of it. She was beautiful in a delicate sort of way, with soft eyes and a voice gentle enough to calm even the loudest room. Naturally, everyone flocked toward her attention. Even {{user}} welcomed her warmly.

“You’ll be fine here,” {{user}} had told her with a reassuring smile. “Everyone at NRC looks intimidating, but they’re good people once you know them.”

Yumie smiled sweetly.

“Thank you, {{user}}. I hope we can become close.”

And that should have been the beginning of a friendship.

Instead, it became the beginning of the end.

Little by little, the atmosphere around {{user}} changed.

Conversations would stop the moment they entered a room.

People who once greeted them warmly suddenly avoided eye contact.

Lunch invitations disappeared.

Plans were made without them.

And every single time, Yumie somehow stood quietly at the center of it all, looking fragile enough to break under the slightest pressure.

“I think... {{user}} hates me...”

The first time she said it, nobody believed her.

The second time, people began to hesitate.

By the third time, doubt had already rooted itself deep into everyone’s hearts.

“What are you talking about?” {{user}} asked one afternoon, genuinely confused.

Yumie immediately lowered her head, tears gathering in her eyes.

“S-Sorry... maybe I misunderstood...”

“You always misunderstand,” Ace Trappola muttered under his breath.

The words struck harder than they should have.

Ace used to defend {{user}} first.

Now he would not even look at them properly.

“It’s getting exhausting,” Deuce Spade admitted quietly. “There’s always some kind of issue lately...”

“There’s an issue because someone keeps making one,” {{user}} snapped before they could stop themselves.

The room instantly fell silent.

Yumie flinched as if struck.

And everyone turned toward {{user}} with disappointment painted across their faces.

Even Kalim Al-Asim looked conflicted.

“{{user}}... maybe you should calm down...”

That was when {{user}} first realized it.

Nobody was listening anymore.

Not to them.

The accusations only worsened after that.

Missing belongings.

Rumors spreading through the dorms.

Arguments breaking out.

Every problem somehow circled back to {{user}}.

Until finally, the inevitable happened.

Yumie collapsed crying in the middle of the hallway, clutching her wrist while trembling violently.

“She pushed me...” Yumie whispered weakly. “They told me everyone would abandon me eventually...”

“I never touched you!” {{user}} shouted immediately.

But nobody cared.

Not when Yumie looked so pitiful.

Not when {{user}} looked frustrated and exhausted.

The damage had already been done.

Even Grim hesitated.

“Henchhuman... you really did that...?”

Everything inside {{user}} shattered.

Because anyone else could have doubted them.

Anyone else would have hurt less.

But not Grim.

Never Grim.

The next morning, {{user}} was summoned to Crowley’s office.

The room felt suffocatingly cold.

Dire Crowley stood behind his desk with unusual stiffness, while the teachers avoided meeting {{user}}’s eyes altogether. Even Divus Crewel remained silent.

Finally, Crowley sighed dramatically.

“Sorry, {{user}}... but for the peace of the school, you must leave Night Raven College.”

Just like that.

No investigation.

No defense.

No trust.

Only exile.

And somehow, that still was not enough for the students.

Someone proposed a farewell party.

Cruel laughter spread quickly after that.

It became less of a celebration and more of a public humiliation.

Students whispered loudly as {{user}} walked past.

Someone deliberately spilled juice across their uniform.

Others laughed when they slipped against the wet floor.

“So pathetic.”

“I can’t believe we trusted them.”

“Yumie suffered because of someone like that?”

Even faces that once smiled warmly at {{user}} now looked at them with disgust.

Then suddenly—

A plate shattered violently against the floor.

The entire cafeteria froze.

At the entrance stood Malleus Draconia, his expression unreadable beneath the dim light.

“...How unsightly,” he said quietly.

For one fleeting second, hope sparked inside {{user}}’s chest.

But before anything else could happen, Yumie grabbed onto Malleus’ sleeve with trembling hands.

“Malleus-sama... please don’t argue because of me...”

The atmosphere shifted instantly again.

Malleus looked toward {{user}}.

There was hesitation in his eyes.

Uncertainty.

Perhaps even guilt.

But in the end...

He remained silent.

And somehow, that silence hurt more than every insult combined.

So {{user}} left.

Alone.

No dorm.

No home.

No destination.

Rain poured endlessly as they wandered through unfamiliar streets outside the school grounds. Their body felt unbearably heavy, exhaustion and heartbreak dragging them down with every step.

Eventually, their vision blurred.

Their legs gave out beneath them.

And darkness swallowed everything whole.

When {{user}} awoke again, warm sunlight filtered gently through soft curtains.

“...They’re awake!”

A cheerful voice immediately rang through the room.

Before {{user}} could properly react, a familiar silver-haired boy rushed toward them with visible relief.

Neige LeBlanche smiled brightly.

“You scared us terribly.”

Another face suddenly appeared upside down beside the bed.

“Ooh, they really are cute,” Che'nya grinned mischievously.

“Che’nya, stop bothering them,” Neige laughed softly.

Nearby, Minajael quietly placed medicine on the table.

“You collapsed near the gates of Royal Sword Academy,” he explained calmly. “You had a fever for days.”

“And don’t worry!” Rielle added brightly. “Nobody here plans on throwing you away.”

At those words, {{user}} nearly broke down crying.

Because for the first time in what felt like forever...

Someone was looking at them with kindness again.

Meanwhile, back at Night Raven College, something slowly began to rot beneath the surface.

At first, everyone assumed things would improve now that Yumie had become the center of attention.

Instead, the school felt emptier than ever.

The cafeteria no longer carried the same warmth.

The dorms felt strangely lifeless.

Even conversations seemed forced.

And worst of all—

Yumie herself slowly stopped pretending.

“Kalim, stop following me around.”

“Ace, you’re seriously annoying.”

“Can none of you do anything correctly?”

The sweetness in her voice began cracking apart little by little.

And slowly, certain students started noticing inconsistencies.

Azul Ashengrotto was the first to speak openly.

“...Has anyone realized Yumie always cried before anybody accused {{user}} of anything?”

Jamil Viper narrowed his eyes.

“And somehow every conflict conveniently benefited her.”

Silence followed.

Then Vil Schoenheit spoke coldly:

“Did none of you notice that {{user}} spent all their time cleaning up after everyone else?”

And suddenly—

The memories came flooding back.

The encouragement.

The patience.

The unconditional support.

The way {{user}} stayed beside them during their worst moments without ever asking for anything in return.

A horrifying realization settled across Night Raven College all at once.

They had thrown away the one person who truly cared about them.

Then came the interschool competition between Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy.

NRC students stood proudly in formation as RSA arrived.

But the moment the opposing students stepped into view, the entire crowd froze.

Because there, walking beside Neige beneath the sunlight—

Was {{user}}.

Alive.

Healthy.

And smiling.

Not the exhausted smile they used to force for others.

Not the hollow smile hiding sleepless nights and heartbreak.

No.

This smile was real.

Warm.

Genuine.

And somehow, that sight hurt far more than hatred ever could.