FakeKouji

𝓢3𝓒3:𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓮? 𝓸𝓻 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓮?

S3C3: Fortune? or Misfortune?

Ayanokouji's POV

Summer vacations are a time of joy and fulfilment. Yet it was none of the above for me. Rather it was just peace and quiet that I hadn't experienced up until this point thanks to all the situations that had entangled and shredded my peace.

I did receive a few invitations here and there but I am certain those were guilt-ridden ones and not ones of friendship. It was honestly quite simple to identify. My classmates and I had a rather tough time reconnecting after that incident. Mostly because none were what most books would call as 

Genuine

I had no issues accepting them if they were just for the reason of hanging. What they wanted was to satiate their own guilt and calm their inner conscience.

So there you have it, I rejected over 11 offers. At least Manabu and I had gotten closer, albeit it's all because of the bet. While Suzune was off studying the entire summer for improving her chances of reaching Class A.

It seems my search for something genuine is yet to be uncovered and taught to me.

How pathetic isn't it? The supposed masterpiece, the one who is supposed to be 'perfect' and the 'best' of everything. In reality, he is 'imperfect' and the 'worst' not only in humanity but also in every possible social situation. 

What a cruel irony, that in the words 'perfect human'...the human had to be missing.

I was laying in bed with closed eyes contemplating such thoughts as, my phone buzzed and I picked it up to see the caller id.

Sudo?

"Hello there Sudo, it's been quite a while."

"A-ah.....ya man, so... like ahh.....are you free?"

I could feel his fidgeting and nervous streak transmit through the phone call. We hadn't talked in quite a while, as he was also quite busy with improving his basketball skills.

I remember his last words of his prior to this call