A Cold Snap
'Did you like that boy doing magic tricks?'
Yutaka's trying, kind of. He keeps on missing the mark. Sometimes it's like he's playing on a totally different board.
It doesn't matter. If I wanted to talk to someone, Yutaka would be at the bottom of the list.
He didn't listen when it mattered, after all.
He sighs, now. 'Tomoki…'
I muster up my best glare, which I know is sad and pathetic and doesn't show the resentment in my heart at all.
I should hate the bullies, really. They deserve it.
I do hate the bullies.
But I hate the brother who pushed me to face them when I couldn't even move.
He's the reason things are like this now.