You answer, "No, I have average grades. And my family is wealthy, but my stepmother doesn’t let me have anything."

"So, let me get this straight. You’re not good at sports, your grades are average, and there’s no one looking out for you?"

You nod. "That’s correct. I don’t have a great background. I’m in your hands now."

He smirks, then glances at the foreigner. Suddenly, the foreigner steps forward and drives a fist into your stomach. A clean hit, full force. The pain is sharp and immediate. You’ve been punched like this before, plenty of times, but your body has never learned to handle it. Maybe if you had abs, it would hurt less.

While you’re bent over, the Japanese student unzips your backpack and pulls out your bento box. Rina made it this morning, carefully arranged with several small dishes: tamago, sausages, pickled vegetables, even a little onigiri. It was the first time anyone made something like that just for you and you were looking forward to it.

"I’m Tomoya," he says, then gestures to the foreigner. "And this is Winston. From now on, you’re our punching bag. Also, this looks good. Make sure to bring one like it every day."

Behind him, a girl laughs. "The new student is a total loser."

She said it in English, but you understood every word. You glance at her. Her name is Nikki; earlier, you overheard it in passing. She’s tall, slim, almost model-like, with light hair and striking blue eyes. The kind of girl who’d never look at someone like you, unless it was to laugh.

Your stomach growls. Because of your [Pig] weakness, skipping lunch puts you at serious risk. You feel lightheaded already. If you don’t eat something soon, you risk fainting.

What will you do?
>Report the bullies to a teacher
>Kneel on the floor, beg for your bento box
>Beg Taniko, Nikki, and other girls for leftovers [Roll 1d100, DC 25]
>[Brainwashing] Order Tomoya to act as your bodyguard [Roll 1d100, DC 25]
>Write in