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Here I am looming over a stupid highschool student who's too stubborn for their own good. Now the poor boy's ankle looks like a purple balloon, karma's a pain in the ass, especially when you try avoiding it, it just hits you harder, hard enough to knock you down.
"Will you stop staring at me like that? It's irritating. The look of pity on your face, it's all fake."
This blonde fuckface has the real nerve to call my concern fake after everything that happened, after what I did for him. When the curtains closed, he collapsed, when he collapsed I carried him and took him to the nurses office. Yet his displeasing pride is what ticks me off.
"If it weren't for me you wouldn't be on this bed, Miya." Still. I can't help but feel guilty for some reason.
"What're you getting at, Kiyoomi?"
The feeling of guilt crawling up my spine won't go away. It's so itchy, so hard to contain, so agh!
"When you fell to the floor I knew I had to do something otherwise you would've just been left on that floor until you had the strength to get back up. Everyone in the club hates your guts, man." I said what I said and I don't regret any of it. This asshole needs to learn that sometimes you shouldn't let pride lead you down the wrong paths, pride can only do so much as to making you believe that you did something good, that you achieved something beautiful. When in reality; you look so messy and so wrong, you look disgusting in other peoples eyes. You seem selfish.
"If that's the case, I'm already aware. I do have one question though, what's with that look of guilt all over your face for?"
My heart can't stop trying to leap out of my chest. It's clawing at parts of me I never knew existed. The way our eyes met in that millisecond, how his pupils shone, I was crumbling. "I won't stop blaming myself for what happened at the party. If it weren't for me you wouldn't even be in this position right now, your ankle would be fine-"
"I despise every part of you, I hope you understand that. Though you can't let that get in your way. Yes, I so badly want to rip your eyes out of their sockets but, everything happens for a reason, Kiyoomi."
How his hand rested itself on mine.
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drama club - iwaoi + sakuatsu
Фанфикin which an ordinary school's drama club turns out to be the entire school's ego. 'when we're on that stage, only you and me know that what we're doing isn't acting, we're sorting out our issues.'