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The bright lights were first and they stung his eyes. The stench was what hit him second.
"Nakamura? Are you in there?" Groaning softly, he lifted up from the floor.
"Yeah... I'll be out in just a minute." Letting his eyes find the ground, he felt his stomach knot up. He'd done it again. This time was worst than the last. Lifting fingers to the sink above him, he pulled himself up on shaky legs and ignored the deathly sight he was sure had come over him. Turning on the faucet he began to wash his face, the thick coagulated vomit that once covered it struggling to go down. Once it was all off, he finally lifted his eyes to the mirror. The saving grace was that he'd leaned over the toilet in such a way that it hadn't stained his uniform shirt. He had gotten good at that. Real good. Lifting wet hands, he sifted them through his dark strands and rinsed out his mouth. This would have to do until he got home.
"Nakamura, come on! I have to piss!" He went to the door and unlocked it. Slipping hands into his pockets, he watched as the boy came into the bathroom, eager to empty his bladder.
"Thank God. Move..move move move." Watching him yank his pants down, he tightened his jaw, eyes finding his empty stall.
"Didja hear the news?"
"What news?" His voice sounded bland even to him, void and empty.
"Iwase's got a new bitch to fuck."
"Oh." His eyes hadn't left the stall door. They burned holes into the thick metal.
"It's not just any bitch. It's Kuribahara Emi."
"Is it?"
"Yeah. That son of a bitch is so lucky. She's fucking gorgeous." He offered no reply.
"I don't know how you stay his friend. I'd be jealous of him. He gets all the best pussy." The sound of a zipper seemed to echo in the otherwise silent bathroom and the boy came to stand in front of the sink.
"Nakamura-" Turning, he found the bathroom empty.
***
It was like he didn't have an identity of his own and it pissed him the fuck off. Let these bastards tell it, he was nobody. He was nothing but an insignificant blob that seemed to taint his presence. It surprised him that they even bothered to address him by his name at all. When they saw him, all they saw was 'Iwase Hiroto's friend'. Nothing less, nothing more. But, he was much more than that. So much more. Gripping the inside of his pockets, he grit his teeth as he drifted through the halls, pushing past the multitude of bodies.
These so called innocent girls were nothing but dick hungry liars. And they all wanted one in particular and thought they'd use him to get at it. They didn't seem to understand that Hiroto was trying to live in his own truth, not that of his parents. Being the most coveted teenager in society came with a price and it was too heavy for him to carry on his own. Setting eyes up ahead on the subject of his thoughts, he tried to form his lips into a smile, one he didn't feel was in-genuine. Iwase Hiroto, 16 years old and from one of the most influential families in Japan was his best friend. Had been since they were in preschool. But to him, he was just Hiroto-kun. He was his reason to keep coming to this damn joke of a school. His reason to keep on liv-
