[𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃]
𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 wicked thoughts of Kyōjurō Rengoku - one hundred fifty-nine pounds of folded steel and sex appeal - a second year teaching World History at the prestigious Kimetsu University in the town of Gakuen. He ope...
I SOMETIMES WONDER AS TO WHY, IN these trivial moments I'm thinking about Ruka. Her speeches are comprehensible, hanging for my answer. Mom was the first page in this vast book I have dear to me, as I would commemorate her by coming back to the pages, referring to in her consciousness. I did earlier today, more than usual.
Maybe Shinobu's death was no accident, as it made me recognize the silence that I lust after the most and the passion to know who the one that's been following me. I puzzle over why I think about her now in class despite killing her. I couldn't remember what importance she had, but my efforts to suppress one of my problems was futile. Likewise, I still have the remaining suspicion Kocho is the one that entered my home and knows about Tomioka. I'll know soon enough.
Drawing to [Name], she's conscientious as she's working in school but still remains to be failing my class. I'm overjoyed that Shinobu doesn't seem to cloud her mind, but it's bothersome about how much she did before. The only person I want to be with right now is the individual leaving a fishing line in my home, but instead I face Tengen at my desk.
Maybe there was a demanding for a spark in my life to be reignited with [Name]. Perhaps some acknowledgment of my efforts to be recognized, to be appreciated by at least anybody. Perhaps I'm feeling diminished about the inadequacy of the company in my head, but I felt intact. I feel good and because I'm dining a bento box and keeping my diet in check. If it weakened me, I'd be eating carbohydrates, but I'm not, [Name]. I'm not.
Tengen wasn't able to experience my enthusiasm for eating, as he brought nothing to lunch. He sounds as if he stayed up all night from classes. "Rengoku," he asks, peering at me, "How do you have that cheery expression on your face? I swear, I guess it might be stuck from how fired up you are all the time."
"I'm happy," I answered. "I'm happy when I have silence and can think!"
I do mean it. I'm enthusiastic, even though we aren't talking together. You're showing up to my classes now, and it's just beyond perfect as everything is going the way it should be. You're not being disturbed by other problems. All your friends can just go fuck themselves, Shinobu and Giyuu are dead, and how can I not be happy?
He's is lucky I can endure Tengen right now as he asks, "Did you get in a woman's pants?"
"Yes," I admit, reflecting to the apartment. I still haven't washed the sheets. "She is lovely, but she is not talking to me right now."
