Ijimeru Nara Watashi No Karada Ni Shite! Direct

“If you’re going to bully someone,” I repeated, voice steady, “do it to my body instead.”

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!

They didn’t know what to do with that—with a target that volunteered, a body that refused to flinch the way they wanted. After a few more muttered insults, the pack dissolved, drifting back into the current of students who never noticed the small violences happening in plain sight. “If you’re going to bully someone,” I repeated,

“Probably,” I said, straightening my spine. “But I’m also standing right here.” And cruelty, if you’re brave or stupid enough,

That night, I traced the bruise forming on my shoulder blade. Purple and green, ugly and tender. A map of someone else’s anger. But also—a shield. Not for me. For the kid who went home unbroken.