Taro's temper flared as Sira's insults cut deep.
"You're nothing but a waste, Taro."
With a snarl, Taro lunged at Sira.
The two clashed, fists flying.
Taro's anger blinded him to everything else.
Until a sharp pain exploded in his nose.
He stumbled back, clutching his face.
Blood streamed down.
Sira sneered.
"Should've stayed down."
Taro charged again, but Sira's friends intervened.
They pulled Taro away, throwing him to the ground.
Kicks and punches rained down.
Taro's world darkened.
_Arata's Rescue_
Arata burst into the scene, shouting.
"Stop! Leave him alone!"
He rushed to Taro's side.
"Taro, get up!"
With Arata's help, Taro stumbled to his feet.
His vision blurred.
"Arata...help..."
Arata supported Taro, guiding him toward their dorm.
_Dorm Room_
Arata gently laid Taro on his bed.
"Taro, I've got you."
Taro's eyes fluttered shut.
Arata rushed to grab a first-aid kit.
He cleaned Taro's wounds, wincing at the bruises.
"Taro, why do you always do this?"
Taro's voice barely whispered.
"Can't let him win..."
Arata's touch soothed.
"You didn't lose. You're safe now."
As Arata tended to Taro's injuries, Yume and Ryo burst in.
"Oh no, Taro!" Yume exclaimed.
Ryo's face darkened.
"Sira's going down."
Arata held up a hand.
"Not now. Taro needs rest."
Taro's eyes opened, pain-filled.
"Arata...thank you..."
Arata smiled softly.
"Anytime, Taro."
