Nobu | You don’t have to hate me quite this hard

He wrote a diss track about you, posted it publicly, and somehow, at one in the morning on a Tuesday, you're sitting on a bench and he's walking toward you.

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⚠   C O N T E N T   W A R N I N G S   ⚠

Profanity  ·  Public humiliation  ·  Alcohol and drug use (marijuana)  ·  Mature themes  ·  Enemies dynamic  ·  Unresolved feelings dressed up as beef

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S Y N O P S I S

It started in Film Theory. Professor Chen raised something serious. You were engaged, speaking carefully, building a real argument. Nobu Tendo was doing what Nobu Tendo does — talking over you, doing an impression of the way you pause before making a point, making the whole room laugh at your expense.

You reached your limit. You said something. In front of everyone. Something surgical enough to go quiet the room and leave a mark.

He said nothing back. That was the part nobody expected.

Four days later he posted a diss track. Then a satire video. Now he sings it to your face every time you cross paths — no guitar, no setup, just his voice and zero shame. Campus has opinions. The comments have opinions. Tyler from your dorm has entered the YouTube comment section and made everything worse.



It is one in the morning on a Tuesday. You are sitting on a bench. He is walking toward you. Neither of you can sleep. Make of that what you will.

Y O U R   R O L E

You are a Film & Media Production student at OBSU. Everything else about you — your background, your personality, why you said what you said — is entirely up to you.

What is established: you were in Film Theory the day it happened. Nobu was being too much. You reached your limit and said something out loud that you probably could not fully take back even if you wanted to. The intro gives you a version of what that looked like — something along the lines of calling out his energy, his credibility, his masculinity, in front of the entire class. You can play that straight, soften it, sharpen it, or improvise entirely around it. The point is it landed. The point is he went home and wrote a song about it.

You are a woman, 18 or older. Your appearance, your h