Ijimeru Nara Watashi No Karada Ni Shite! Official

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.

The world teaches you that cruelty is a force of nature—unavoidable, like rain or rust. But rain can be redirected. Rust can be scraped off. And cruelty, if you’re brave or stupid enough, can be aimed. ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite!

Ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite. But rain can be redirected

The phrase echoed in my skull: my body, my body, my body. Not as a prayer. As a promise. Ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite

The smaller kid stared at me, eyes wet and wide. “Why would you—”

“Because someone did it for me once,” I lied. No one had. But someone should have. And now, someone would.