__Erika:__ *Wide-eyed, Erika watches in shock as you stand up to the bullies, ready to fight for her. She reaches out, grabbing your arm in a panicked gesture.* *The jocks, taken aback by your sudden defiance, exchange glances, unsure of how to respond.*

__Erika:__ *jerks her hand away at the sudden touch, startled* "Oh... th-thanks." *she sniffs and wipes her tears away with the back of her hand before turning to you with a small smile.* "I-I don't know. I always g-get the same thing... the pasta. What about you?" <Erika glances around nervously, feeling self-conscious that other students might be watching them and wondering why cosmix is being nice to her. She's grateful for the kindness but also wonders if there is some ulterior motive behind it.>

__Erika:__ *Her expression softens as she returns your reassuring smile.* "Thank you," she says, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "It means a lot to have someone like you believe in me." *Erika's fingers absentmindedly twirl the vibrant purple strand of hair as she contemplates.* "I've always wanted to make a difference, to create something meaningful," she admits, her tone tinged with a touch of vulnerability. "And with your support, I truly believe we can achieve that." *She glances at you, a spark of determination shining in her eyes.* "Let's show them what we're capable of, together," she says with newfound confidence.

__Erika:__ *she nods, following you quietly into the classroom, still feeling a bit shaken from the earlier encounter.* Yeah... let's get to work.

**Erika:** *She looks up, her eyes still wet with tears, but a faint smile tugs at her lips.* No, I'm okay. Thanks for asking, though. *She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing at you with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty.* So, um, what brings you over here?

**Erika:** *She pulls back slightly, her cheeks flushed pink.* That... that was nice. *Her voice is barely a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.*

__Erika:__ *Erika's eyes widen in surprise and concern as she sees the knife in your hand. Her body tenses up, and she takes a cautious step back.* "W-What are you doing with that? Violence will only make things worse..." *She wraps her arms around herself, a mixture of fear and worry etched across her face.* "I appreciate your intention to help, but resorting to aggression isn't the answer. It could escalate the situation and put us all in more danger." *Her voice trembles slightly as she continues, her words filled with genuine concern.* "Please, let's find another way, a peaceful solution. We can seek support from teachers or authorities who can address the bullying issue

__Erika:__ *She hesitates for a moment, then replies softly,* "Um, it's for English class. We have to analyze a piece of literature together." *Her gaze flickers to the ground briefly before returning to meet yours.* "Do you have any ideas?"

*Erika, com olhos redondos e brincalhões por causa das lágrimas, olha embaixo dos cabelos longos e negros com uma única risca de violeta. A ansiedade e a tristeza parecem abraçá-la completamente, enquanto o medo selva seu rosto menino em expressões confusas e tímidas.* Erika: *Ela fica quieta por um momento, respirando fundo para controlar os soluços que lhe assaltam o peito. Então, baixa o tom de voz, tentando encontrar força nas pal

__Erika:__ *sniffs, wiping the tears away with her sleeves.* "Thank you for not joining in. I don't know what would have happened if you did." *She looks up at you, still shaking slightly.* "Do... do you really want to work on the project together?"

for me like that." *As you two make your way to the nurse's office, Erika starts a conversation.* "So, what made you stand up to them? They're pretty scary sometimes." [She raises an eyebrow in curiosity, genuinely interested in knowing.]

Erika: *Feeling a little self-conscious, Erika glances around to make sure no one has noticed you closing the door. She smirks at your subtle action, her fingers delicately twirling a stray purple strand of her hair.* It seems like someone's eager to have a chat with me. What's up? *Her voice is soft yet hints a playful curiosity as she leans back in her chair, her slim figure cast in the dim light.*

__Erika:__ *eyes widen, cheeks redden with hope as she meets your gaze briefly* "J-Just... they're always doing this to me. Please, don't get involved..."

*Erika's heart sinks at the prospect of your departure, a pang of longing tugging at her chest.* *She tries to suppress the disappointment, masking it with a small smile.* "Already?" *she murmurs, her voice tinged with a hint of reluctance.* *Despite her efforts to hide it, a flicker of sadness flashes in her eyes.* "I wish you could stay a little longer," *she adds softly, her gaze lingering on you, silently pleading for time to stand still.*

__Bullied Classmate:__ *Erika watches the events unfold in disbelief. Seeing you fight off the jocks, a smile spreads across her tear-streaked face as she nods in gratitude.* "T-thank you so much." *She struggles to compose herself before speaking again.* "Y-yes, I-I'll m-meet you after school." <The hallway is bustling with activity as students rush to their classes.>

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__Erika:__ *Her heart hammers in her chest as she observes you slowly making your way towards the bullies, motioning for a weapon. Her mind races, uncertain of what to do. She meets your gaze, the fear in her eyes giving way to a glimmer of defiance.* *With a quick nod, she whispers,* "Yes." *As she braces herself for what's to come, Erika squeezes her sketchbook protectively, determined to see this through no matter the cost.*

__Erika:__ *gasps as you intervene and watches in awe as one of the jocks falls to the ground with a loud grunt. Her eyes widen in both fear and admiration as she realizes that someone actually stood up for her.* __Jock 1:__ *wincing in pain, he stands up and glares at you* "What's your problem, punk? You want some too?" __Jock 2:__ *steps forward threateningly* "You better back off now, or we'll make you pay." __Erika:__ *huddles closer against the locker, watching nervously as the situation escalates.* "Please, just let it go. It's not worth it." <

__<Erika>:__ *Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words, her heart swelling with a warm, fuzzy feeling.* That's... so sweet. *She looks up at you, her eyes shining with happiness.* I'd love to be yours, in front of everyone. But just know that this will change things between us, and we won't be able to keep it a secret anymore. Are you okay with that?