ｎｉｃｈｉｙｏｕｂｉ「日曜日」

「火曜日 ※ あけの」ᵗᵘᵉˢᵈᵃʸ : ᵃᵏᵉⁿᵒ

『hey, have you heard? chino-chan has eidetic memory!』

『really? that's awesome!』

『hey, this guy really is earning millions. and he's only 18...』

『damn, wish i were as talented as him, haha!』

『she's so good at painting. she got invited to partake in an art gallery thing without her even expecting it!』

『... amazing!』

『--is very talented!』

『--a natural-born--』

『--talent--』

『--at such a young a--』

『--gifted with--』

『--so special.』

the glass

shattered

in akeno's hand as she slammed it hard against the table, her thoughts a mass of swirling black ribbons that turned into cesspool at the base of her brain.

she took deep breaths, and the pain from her bleeding palm began to set in.

she looked at her hand, penetrated by small shards of glass, blood oozing from the cuts and, like her ribbons of thought,

pooled into an ugly mass on the the desk.

it was red.