Crona knew very well how to deal with bullies.

Namely, you just avoid them or take it when they beat on you.

He walked the hallways of the DWMA with his head hung and his face red. He knew they stared and pointed. How could they not? He just tried his best to ignore it.

"What is it?" A girl whispered as she pointed at him. He flinched and kept walking.

"He must be a fag," one of the boys said. "Have you seen that hair?"

Crona gulped and felt the top of his head. He hated his hair. The color always made people give him weird looks.

Distracted, he ran into a stranger and knocked them both to the ground. He yelled as they collapsed. "I'm sorry!" He cried as he began to pick up the stranger's pencils. "I'm so, s-s-so-"

The stranger picked him up and threw him against a wall. Crona gulped and trembled.

He was muscular, with red hair and a ripped shirt. His jeans were a light blue and had holes in the knees. His shoes were combat boots and his eyes were a piercing blue.

"You coming onto me, fag?!" The boy shouted. Crona quickly shook his head. "Maybe you're actually a dyke," he said with a sly smile. Crona blushed harder.

"I-I-I'm n-not," he said as he covered his chest.

Ragnarock protruded out of his back, causing a harsh grunt from him. "Could have fooled me," He laughed. "Show everyone what's up your skirt!"

Ragnarock tugged at the bottom of the robe as Crona used his hands to keep it down. "Stop!" He whined. "Don't do that!"

"With two of us, there's no way it can keep us from knowing," the bully laughed as he trailed his hands up to Crona's crotch. Tears formed in Crona's eyes.

"P-P-Please," he begged. "Leave me alone!"

"What do you think you're doing?!" Someone screamed.

Black eyebrows furrowed. Golden eyes with flames of anger shot at the three of them. "Ragnarock's, stop harassing Crona!"

"You're not the boss of me!" Ragnarock's shouted back.

Kid held up his fist. "You really want to find that out?"

Ragnarock grumbled as he pushed himself back into Crona's body.

"And you!" Kid shouted as he marched over to the student. The student immediately let Crona go and backed up against the wall, looking worried.

"You wouldn't tell your father..." He said, his fists balled, a failed attempt at looking strong.

"Lord Death doesn't need to handle this. I can do that just fine." Kid growled as he punched the student square in the jaw, knocking him over.

Crona hugged himself and looked away from Kid, his face glowing red. He quickly wiped his eyes in an attempt to look like the stranger hadn't been affecting him.

"Crona, are you alright?" Kid asked as he put his hand on Crona's shoulder. Crona nearly jumped out of his skin in fear. Kid pulled his hand away.

"There's nothing to fear," Kid said with a soft smile. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I-I-I k-know..." Crona stammered, still looking away.

"What happened?!" Maka asked as she and Soul jogged up to them.

"Crona was being sexually harassed by this pathetic excuse of a person," Kid said, his nose pointed upwards as he used his thumb to gesture to the student.

Maka and Souls both glared daggers at the bully, who glared at them back before he pushed himself up and charged off.

"T-T-Thanks," Crona said shyly before he picked up his pencils as notebook. "I can't but f-f-feel that this is m-m-my fault, though..."

"How is this your fault?" Souls asked.

"If I d-d-dressed normally..." Crona began.

"Dress the way you want. You being comfortable doesn't invite harassment," Kid said. "Come on; lets get to class."

Crona blushed brighter and followed him.

"That was not cool," Soul muttered to Maka. Maka nodded.