The new semester will face...

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The cumulonimbus clouds filling the sky seemed to hasten the arrival of night. I wandered the streets, enveloped in a suffocating atmosphere. There wasn't really anywhere I particularly wanted to go… but I simply couldn't stand being at home any longer.

Because of what happened yesterday, I was ordered to stay home until the "official" disciplinary notice was issued, so wandering around the bustling streets at night like this would probably only worsen the punishment.

(I don't care about anything anymore…)

Giving that Aihara family brat, who donated a large sum of money to the academy, a good beating wouldn't be that simple. I think they'll probably expel me.

Expelled is fine, it's no big deal. Anyway, I'm definitely not going to let Aihara Kenji get away with this.

(And, if I don't get expelled,)

after the new semester starts, I'll have to meet Sakuragi, Misa, Kurumi… and Satomi at school. For me right now, that's unbearable.

It would be better if it ended like this. That way, I think I could relax a bit.

(Although, that should be true,)

but I still can't shake off that inexplicable pain in my heart. What is the cause of this pain?

I wander around, but I can't find the answer. But I just can't sit still in the house. So, I have nothing else to do but wander the streets.

The streets are almost suffocating, bustling with people.

Of course, none of them are related to me. Even if two people bump shoulders, they won't turn around for such a trivial matter. However, there are indeed fools in this world who get caught up in trivial matters.

"Hey, stop!"

Three thugs, their clothes rustling and rattling, surrounded me. ...The guys were dressed in clothes that looked like they were cut from a magazine, completely uncreative and only meant to make people laugh.

...

A straight punch landed on the upper abdomen of the blond boy with an earring, and he fell down gracefully along with a roadside trash can. Rotting garbage was scattered all over the ground. Clutching his stomach, he vomited violently, "Ugh... Ugh—".

Standing on the secluded path were me and those three bastards. One of them was the guy currently vomiting, another was already lying there unconscious. And the last one was kneeling in front of me, kowtowing incessantly, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I grabbed the blond, earring-wearing thug by the hair, still with vomit around his mouth, lifted him up, and threw him at the guy who was kowtowing like a pestle.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, please let me go!"

Compared to his comrades, compared to anyone else, for the kowtowing idiot, himself was the most important thing. He just kept begging, hoping he wouldn't get beaten up anymore.

(These guys, they're always like this...)

Whether they bumped his shoulder or not, they'd gamble away their worthless self-respect for the most trivial things... forcing others to kneel down and apologize "sincerely" or something.

If you refuse, violence awaits you. And they always organize in groups, with one member pinning the other's hands behind their back and raising them high, posing them in what they call a "kite-flying" position.

Then, against an opponent who can no longer resist, they kick them with what they probably learned from TV or games—a move called a "whirlwind kick."

However, when faced with an opponent for whom this move doesn't work…an opponent stronger than themselves,

(that's the ugly sight…)

all sense of manly pride, human dignity, is abandoned, and they press their foreheads to the ground, desperately begging for mercy.

"Let you go?…Before this, many people begged you to let them go, didn't they? Did you let them go then, you bastard?"

Hearing my words, the kowtower shut his mouth.

I thought, even with the greatest apology, these bastards wouldn't let the weak go. That much is certain.

"This is no joke!"

I kicked him on the head with my heel. These guys' viciousness is evident just from his eyes. If I actually let him go as he said, then it'll be the turn of that cell phone his dad bought for him to make its appearance. This trash will definitely gather a bunch of cronies and come back to save face!

He has no intention of apologizing, so his words sound completely insincere. I continued beating the kowtowing bug; I wasn't going to let him go until he stood up like a real man and faced me.

At the entrance of the alley, people were gradually gathering. They had come to watch the fight. Meanwhile, one of them might have already reported it to the police station. Perhaps, the officers would come to question him soon. But that was no longer my concern.

Lying in the middle of the garbage heap were equally useless humans... I was merely turning them into true garbage.

"Stand up, stand up... stand up!"

... Just as I was about to lift the kowtowing bug off the ground, a small hand grabbed my arm from behind.

I initially thought he was one of the onlookers, intending to break up the fight. "Mind your own business!" I yelled, turning around as I saw…

a girl standing there.

Yes, a girl I knew.

"No… this can't go on!…"

Without looking away, the girl stared at me defiantly, saying this.

Night deepened, and in the starless sky, rain seemed imminent. A sultry, humid summer wind blew fiercely. The streetlights, usually placed at key points along the street, seemed useless, the surroundings shrouded in a hazy mist.

The park was eerily quiet before the storm;

it was just the two of us—me and the girl.

The rusty swing creaked and groaned.

"When… did you see me?"

I finally spoke.

"…From the very beginning,"

the girl—"Suzuki Miho"—answered succinctly.

From the very beginning… did she mean from the start of my fight? No, it's more likely she meant she saw me as soon as I left home. This little girl had been following me, thinking she might be able to help. It wasn't until I was relentlessly beating up those thugs on that path, potentially getting me arrested by the police, that Miho came out to stop me and led me all the way to the park.

"Why, towards me…?"

"Just because I'm a little worried,"

Miho said coldly, not turning her face to me.

"You've already heard about those things, haven't you? There's no need to continue protecting me."

"...And, I also...I also..."

I slept with Misa, who was supposed to be Miho's best friend.

I was considering whether it was appropriate to say it when my voice trailed off. Suddenly, Miho jumped off the swing and stood facing me.

"I know. ...I heard it from Misa..."

she said, her tone slightly light, gazing at me as I sat on the swing.

I was completely speechless

. "The night I was with Yoshiki, Misa came directly to my house. 'I'm sorry, I lied to Miho,' she apologized, telling me the whole story. She kept apologizing again and again until the very end...I was very sad and angry...but in the end, I didn't hate her. ...Do you know why?" "

…………………………"

"Because I actually knew Misa's thoughts a long time ago... I understood her feelings for Ei-kun, how much she liked him, how much she liked him that she didn't know what to do... So, in the end, I told her, 'This is for the best!'" "Is that really true? "

I stared at Miho, trying to find the answer. Thinking about it seriously, Misa had tried to act as a "mediator between Miho and me," which meant she had betrayed her friend. And frankly stating that took considerable courage. But Misa, prepared to potentially lose her best friend, honestly confessed.

(That's what a truly good girl is like...)

Now, I felt an even deeper pain at Misa's unparalleled beauty. Compared to her, I... was truly despicable. Utterly despicable and shameless. Like a beast, I had defiled the pure and innocent Misa. And now, in front of Miho, I was trying to put on a good front.

Looking into Miho's eyes would only cause me more pain, so I looked away. Whether she noticed this or not, Miho continued calmly.

"I think Misa and I became good friends precisely because we liked the same boy." That's because, in Misa, and in me, I saw a reflection of myself—someone unable to say "I like you." ...Therefore, it's truly a good thing that Misa and Yoichi are together. ...Because Yoichi can help Misa..."

"Me...help...?"

Miho nodded in response to my question.

"Yoichi knows, of course...Misa has something very troubling her. ...Not just about love, but because of a leg injury, she can no longer continue her favorite track and field competitions...She must be in so much pain that she almost wants to scream...For me, all I can do is listen to her pain, not truly help her. What even I, as her friend, and her parents couldn't do, Yoichi, you did for Misa."

"……………………"

"Misa said, 'There are still so many things I can do. ...Because that's what the most important person in my life told me. So I will never have any more worries. Even if I come in last, it doesn't matter, I will try my best to keep running until the very end.'" And, 'I will never regret giving my first time to that person!' she said.

Miho's words… no, Misa's words struck me like a thunderbolt.

"Misa looked radiant at that moment. That dazzling light… made me realize, ah, this is what it means to become an adult… I envy her so much… but…"

From Miho's murmuring voice, I heard anger for the first time.

"But… but what about Yo-kun now? What is he doing?" "

Pitter-patter...patter...finally, large raindrops began to fall.

" "A look of utter despair, like a dog that'd lost a fight, wandering the streets...hunting out the weak to bully..."

Miho's tone was calm, but filled with anger. I could only silently accept her criticism. Because, in truth, I knew myself. My shouts at those thugs were actually directed at myself.

"Believe what Yo-kun said, Misa is desperately trying to get back into running, but...Yo-kun, are you lying? Are you trying to get Misa's body, deceiving her for sex? ...

If...if that's really the case...I will never forgive you. I will never forgive you!"

Miho's voice trembled slightly at the end. I finally noticed that her voice didn't actually contain anger, but a sadness I'd never seen before.

"No! It's not like that!!" "

That's because I also have a deep love for Misa, and... although I really wanted to convey my feelings to her, I still couldn't. Now, I don't even know what's real anymore, what's fake.

" "I..."

Just as I was about to say something, even though I didn't quite understand,

"—!?..."

Miho's body suddenly stiffened.

At the park entrance... under the streetlights, shadows flickered. Yes, police officers. They were probably searching for the person who committed the violence, that is, me, to see if I was hiding nearby. Since there were no lights near the swings, it seemed they hadn't noticed this place yet, but... the flashlight beam was getting closer and closer.

(That's enough...)

Looking at me, who had given up and was now wearing a bitter smile, Miho's eyes became incredibly resolute. ...Then, she did something I couldn't even imagine.

(!...Mi...Ho...?)

She straddled me, still sitting on the swing, so our waists were pressed together.

Facing each other, she embraced me... just like two people having sex while sitting, twisting her lower body. We looked exactly like a couple unable to contain their passion. When she made up her mind... lips met lips. "Crack," teeth touched, but it didn't matter... again and again...

deliberately kissing me at a level almost audible.

Soon, the beam of a flashlight illuminated us.

"Ah!"

Miho let out a loud, genuinely startled cry. She played the role of a submissive yet irresistibly alluring Miho. I think this must have been the most unique performance of her life.

The officer coughed,

"Ah... well, it's starting to rain... there are still good places... wouldn't it be better to do it at home?"

While scratching her almost bald head, she added, "Besides, this area isn't safe either," and

walked away.

Only when the police officer was completely out of sight did Miho slowly leave my body.

This was completely unexpected for her... Her blank gaze fixed on me. Trembling fingertips gently touched her lips... Unlike raindrops, water droplets slid down her cheeks.

"Please... don't betray Misa... even if it's a lie..."

she whispered, then ran, rushing out of the park.

"Please don't betray Misa!"

Was it for Misa... or for herself...? Perhaps, for Miho, that was her first kiss. A love already lost, a man she should have given up on long ago,

(yet she protected me...)

The unbearable pain made me cry out in sorrow.

"Bastard... bastard... bastard, you scoundrel!"

I roared.

This can't go on. Even if it's for Miho.

Even knowing she would be hurt, Miho still offered her precious "lips." And in fact, what she offered was her "pure heart," a heart she should have cherished even more for her next relationship, for a better boy.

Have I once again etched a scar on someone's beautiful soul?

"If so... what should I do?"

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