Naoto's POV
"Huh!?" His tone was disrespectful enough to make lose my cool. I was looking at him with pure contempt in my eyes, which I knew he could tell because by now even I can tell that he was quite a perceptive person.
Still staring at , he asked, "Tell straight up why you faked your injury?"
A mont of silence lasted between us, with none of us uttering a single. The awkwardness was increasing as I broke it, "Just to get to say that you would do anything?"
Letting go of my hand, he chuckled and said, "Technically, I did nothing bad… Aoi was scared because you scread bloody murder on her."
He was saying that as if he wasn't the person who pretended to throw a fucking rock at a little cat. Of course, that would scare anyone in their right mind, which he definitely wasn't.
"And who was the reason for that!?" I said in a sarcastic tone as I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh of irritation.
He stared at for a few seconds before replying blatantly, "Not ."
He was definitely testing my patience, as I was not in the peace of mind to continue my usual calm composure. Clenching my jaws, I yelled, "Yes sir, it was you!"
"Oya, Oya, Senpai… now tell ? Why did you sothing so la and stupid? Are you stupid?" Shaking his head from left to right, he added, "Why am I even asking? Of course you're."
"Hey!" I glared at him, and said, "Why should I even tell you about it in the first place? Who do you think you are? Huh?"
Running his hands through thick black hair, he sighed and said, "Well… you do understand that your stupidity is bringing trouble to other people as well to yourself?"
He is saying that as if I don't already know how my actions are affecting others around . I was aware of everything. He doesn't need to announce them like this. After a slight pause, he again asked, "Why did you do sothing so impulsive?"
"You loved Kendo, right?" He added, looking at with eyes, which seed quite different from what my dad gave last. I had a conversation about this with him.
I know I'm a piece of trash. I know that I'm not the right person to be the club president, but I still feel a small love for Kendo sowhere in my heart. I wanted to leave this, but at the sa ti, I wanted to embrace it. I didn't want to do it but at the sa ti I wanted to achieve many things.
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" I yelled at him,as he kept repeating the sa question. Looking at him with irritated eyes, I added, "Don't talk like you know … you don't know shit!"
His eyes wandered around for a bit as again a brief mont of silence rushed between us. Shifting his eyes at , he let out a sigh and said, "Of course… all I know is that you're a terrible person who would do anything to satisfy their needs."
I'm a terrible person? But everyone loves . Even though I was a terrible person? Why do people treat trash like with so much care? I never wanted this love. I never wanted this attention. I was okay with myself and my kendo.
When did everything beco so tainted? When did I beco so tainted?
What seed like a bit of thinking, he added, "You know what… you're no different from ."
He thinks I'm the sa as him? From which perspective? He was a fucking crazy person. I was completely fine from that angle. And the way he was talking pissed off because he has no right to tell what I'm or not.
"This is why I hate all this. I hate this!" I muttered under my breath but he heard it as he instantly replied with a sharp, "Yes? What do you hate? You being incompetent enough that you can't control your life? Is that the thing you hate?"
I wasn't incompetent. I just didn't enjoy doing anything at that mont. I just had no motivation to do anything. That doesn't an that I was incompetent. He was giving a headache as I clicked my tongue and said, "Can you…"
But he cut off as he finished his sentence, "Or you hate the fact that you know how rotten you are? Which one?"
As those words left his mouth, sothing inside was shaken to its core. My heart felt heavy, and it felt like for a mont the ground below wasn't there. I was falling in an endless pit.
I stepped back, as I realised that there was no point in continuing this conversation with him. As I turned around, he said, "Go on… keep putting on the act of a sprained ankle for whatever reason you did!"
I turned my neck halfway towards him and stared at him, "I… don't…"
"Be a liability for the whole club… feel free to do so!" He added in a disgusted tone, which actually hurt a lot. And before I could even realize, I found tears rolling down my cheeks and my vision beca blurry.
I just kept staring blankly at him as he walked past without saying a word. He didn't even look at for a mont. A person who didn't even know properly just said things which hurt because I knew that he was correct.
I knew that I was just a liability for the club. Even though I was president, instead of leading the club, I just let everything ruin into a ss. I was nothing but a nace to myself and the surrounding people.
And what concerned even more was that I knew them myself, but I needed a stranger's validation to make realise these things. It's not like I didn't want to change, it's just that sohow I stopped caring about everything.
What was fucking wrong with ?
Reviews
All reviews (0)