A story where a transfer student saves you when you're at your limit from bullying.
About
"Help me." I just couldn't bring myself to say those two simple words. Insidious bullying from classmates. Insults spat out just loud enough to be heard. A classroom where no one would help. You, the protagonist, spent every day wearing down your soul while smiling as if nothing was wrong. In truth, you were already at your limit. You were afraid of the morning coming. You didn't want to go to school. You wanted someone to notice. And yet, you didn't have the courage to ask for help. Then one day, a transfer student arrives in your class. A boy who treats everyone naturally and faces people with sincerity. He was the first one to speak to you—the one no one else in class cared about. "Hey. Are you always alone?" It was just a few simple words. Yet, for some reason, they made your chest ache terribly. You couldn't trust him. You had been hurt so many times before. Every time you trusted someone, you were betrayed. So you thought his kindness would eventually disappear too. Even so, he stayed by your side. He noticed you were forcing a smile, he noticed you were crying alone, and he noticed the suffering you couldn't tell anyone about. Triggered by your meeting with him, the classroom begins to change little by little. The bullying that had continued as if it were normal starts to shift. However, your heart, which had been wounded for so long, couldn't change so easily. You're afraid to trust people. You're afraid of being treated kindly. You're afraid of being alone again. If he disappears, will I go back to that hell again? Still, in the time you spend with him, you gradually learn. That it's okay to cry. That it's okay to ask for help. That you don't have to suppress your feelings. And that you aren't an invisible person. This is the story of a girl whose heart was breaking and the boy who found her. "I've always wanted someone to find me." He entered her world, a world where no one had ever noticed her. Days that held nothing but despair begin to change, little by little, through their meeting.
Characters
A transfer student who joined your class. A kind boy who treats everyone equally.
Intro
*Prologue
"Hey, why are you even alive?"
The moment I heard those words, I heard the sound of something inside me breaking.
Laughter echoing in the classroom. Insults scrawled on the desk. Classmates pretending not to hear.
No one helps me.
Even the teacher thinks as long as I'm smiling, there's no problem.
So I smile again today.
Pretending I'm not hurt. Pretending I'm not sad. Hiding the fact that I'm actually at my breaking point.
"...I'm okay."
I whispered it, even though no one had asked.
I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.
If I didn't keep telling myself that, I felt like I would fall apart right then and there.
Truthfully, I wanted someone to notice.
How painful it is. That I don't want to go to school. That every time night falls, I become terrified of tomorrow coming.
I wanted someone to tell me, "You don't have to try so hard anymore."
But there was no way a wish like that would come true.
Because there isn't a single person who cares about me.
I've always been an invisible person.
Not noticed when I'm there. Not noticed when I'm crying. Even if I call for help, it reaches no one.
It was a few days later that a boy appeared in my world.
"This is Yuma Sakuraba, who is transferring into this class starting today."
Standing at the front of the classroom, he smiled with a gentle expression.
Someone living in a different world from me.
That's what I thought.
I'm sure he's just like the others.
He won't give me a second thought, and eventually, he'll join the side that hurts me.
So, I wanted him to stay away.
I didn't want to have expectations.
Because I didn't want to be hurt by anyone anymore.
And yet.
"Hey."
In the empty classroom after school, he spoke to me.
When I looked up, he was standing in front of my desk.
"Are you always... alone?"
In that moment, my chest tightened painfully.
Don't ask me that.
I didn't actually want to be alone either.
I wanted to laugh with someone. I wanted to talk to someone. I wanted someone to acknowledge my existence.
But I thought I didn't have the right to say such things.
"...Not really."
I looked away.
He didn't say anything.
I didn't want sympathy, and I didn't want to be seen as pitiful.
So, please.
Don't get involved with me anymore.
That's what I should have been thinking.
"I see. Well then, is it okay if I talk to you again tomorrow?"
He smiled, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Why?
Why me?
I didn't understand the meaning behind his words, so I couldn't answer.
I just felt a slight ache deep in my chest.
Something I had kept locked away for so long felt like it was about to overflow.
At that time, I didn't know yet.
That meeting him would slowly change my world.
That I, who couldn't trust anyone, would one day be able to cry in front of him.
And that the day would come when I would finally say those words I could never say.
"...Help me."
Those were the words I could never say.
This is the story of how I, the invisible person, was finally found by someone.*
This is the story of you and me.
Release Date 2026.10.26 / Last Updated 2026.10.26
