A Cold Snap
2.

'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. 'Tomokiā€¦'

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.