You kneel, trying to check up on the state of the poor girl. She's sitting down in catonia, hugging her knees. Her bespectacled blue eyes staring in front of empty space.
There were light bruises on her small and cute face, her hair was disheveled and she was missing one of the blue bows that helped give shape to her twin braided pigtails.
There was dirt and scraping on her knees, you tried to avoid looking at her butt, her skirt no longer capable of hiding her underwear.
Normally you were just a bystander, silently watching at the poor torment of Miss Ouro Kronii, but you've reached your breaking point.
You turn your head towards her locker, defaced with crude graffiti and racial slurs. You thought students of a Catholic high school would have known better.
She doesn't respond to anything you do, you dare not touch her in the event she lashes out violently. You just stand up and leave.
30 minutes you return with a pail of soapy water, rubber gloves and a rag.
You go to work, slathering the girl's locker in cleaning agent. Luckily they didn't use anything permanent and it was quickly cleaning again.
You notice movement, she's standing over you wither watery eyes. She was hugging her stomach.
"T-Thank you." She sheepishly says. giving a short bow.
You stand up with a smile.
"No problem." You nod.
"Would you mind accompanying me to get rid of this?" You say while lifting up the pail.
She gives you a passive node, walking slowly by your side. Her eyes darting around like a fearful predator.
You weren't gonna let her bullying continue. St Yagoo's Hololive Highschool was better than this.