"...Haaaaaah…I feel like shit." I bring a hand to my temple as I lay back on my chair in anguish. I know this feeling. This lack of energy, this extreme exhaustion that makes even thinking seem like a bother; I'm all too familiar with it. It's been a while since I've last felt like this, and I have to say, the me in the past whose every day was like this must've been an insane existence. I haven't spent more than half a day like this, and I'm already at my wits end. Truly amazing how resilient I was back in the day; it’s really surprising that I survived till today.
"Haaaaaaah…at times like this, it’s just better to forget everything by going to sleep, but…I can't do that here." Leaving out another sigh, I turn to look around me. I’m at the university’s cafeteria, just where I told Rei I’d be. It was a bit challenging to find, I’m not gonna lie, but oh well, the effort more or less paid off. After having a quick tour inside, I found this nice spot just outside one the side entrances to the cafeteria. That being said…no matter how nice it is, that doesn’t mean I can just fall asleep here.
Hmm…in that case, I'll just try to think about happy things to help me forget. Yup, that should work; come on, Sakura, think of happy things, like how you’re already behind schedule on your work, or about how you need to clean the house later today, and how you'll soon need to go buy groceries…Haha…those are not happy things at all, are they? …I'm stupid.
Tch, tch. This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t left Rei behind. If he were here, he’d surely be able to keep me distracted enough so I don’t even get the chance of thinking about unnecessary things.
“Haaaaah…I guess I deserve it.”
“Heh, well, if you’re so sure you deserve it, then come with me. There’s a prize I can give you, pretty.” The moment that voice enters my ears, I can feel my expression twist into a seriously ugly one. I spare a glance at the owner of the voice; a tall guy that seems older than me, wearing a university jacket with his hair combed backwards and standing with a smug smile on his face. Tch. Tch. Tch. Tch. I’m not in the mood, and now there’s an annoying fly that seems to be begging me for death. …Fuuuu, don’t say things like that; just breathe, Sakura, breathe—don’t make a scene. With my right eye still twitching in sheer frustration, I try to reform my facial expression into a more amicable one, in hopes of being able to get out of this situation in a peaceful manner.
“...I’m sorry, but I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”
“Heh, that doesn’t matter. He surely won’t mind if you disappear for a few minutes...” The guy eyes me up and down as the words leave his mind, and at the end nods to himself. So…he’s looking for a quickie…? I mean, that’s the only conclusion that can be reached from what he’s saying, right? Why else would he need me just for a few minutes? To hold hands? As if. I thought he was just some random guy trying to flirt with me, but…he’s even worse than that. Those guys mostly just strike up a conversation with me and leave once I politely reject them; while they are annoying, they aren’t very disrespectful, or at least that’s what I’ve learned from personal experience. But this guy…doesn’t respect me at all. If he did, he wouldn’t be eyeing me with such disgustingly lustful eyes. Tch, it’s riling me up.
“Tch. I said no, so fuck off.” Clicking my tongue at him in irritation, I turn my attention to my phone as I wave at him dismissively with my hand.
“Heh, playing hard to get, are we?” Haaaah…I don’t even want to know what kind of crazy thought process he had to go through to get the idea that I’m ‘playing hard to get.’ Is this what they call having a god complex? Like, thinking there’s no way I’d refuse him, and thus interpreting my rejection as just me trying to seduce him by ‘playing’ the tough girl? How delusional.
“...Why are you still here? I’m sure I told you to fuck off, didn’t I?“
“......Hmph, alright. I think that’s enoug—” Perhaps starting to feel impatient, the guy puts his hand on my shoulder, and I immediately brush him off.
“...Put your hands on me just one more time, and I swear on my name I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your life.”
"............Tch, hey. Listen here, pretty. I’m all with tough girls like you, I really am, but even I get tired of playing nice. Remember that."
"Pffffft, hahahaha! Oh, really now?" …I wonder what kind of expression I have right now. Definitely not one I would ever show to Sora. My face has long gone past rage, and a smile has slowly crept his way up to my face, even though I’m not happy. I’m also laughing, but there’s nothing about this situation that I find funny. It seems my anger and my irritation have found its way into the expressions of their opposites. So infuriated that I’m smiling…so annoyed that I’m laughing; …I must’ve gone mad. If this is not the expression of a demon, then I don’t know what is.
Taking a deep breath, I stand up from my chair, standing face to face with the guy. Even he seems a bit creeped out by my face, as he momentarily takes a step back. The guy’s much taller and bigger than me, but he doesn’t feel intimidating in the least. Rather, he seems to be the one being the most intimidated by me, as his arrogant smile is starting to crack. Even so, he still seems to have a bit of his composure, as even then he’s still refusing to back down.
“...This will be the last time I’ll say it. FUCK. OFF.”
“...Y-You!” Finally losing his patience, the guy makes an attempt at grabbing my arm…and fails.
“Bwuogh?!” Unlike what one would normally expect, the one screaming in pain isn’t me, but him. Why? Because the moment he tried to grab me…I jumped forward and kneed him in the crotch. Yes, in the part of the male body that’s supposed to be the one that hurts the most when hit. I’ve read on the internet that even something as light as randomly crashing into someone from the front could be enough to induce mind-numbing pain. I don’t know if it’s exactly true but…it probably isn’t too far off, going by how this piece of crap in front of me is starting to cry.
The previously towering man falls to his knees with a pained expression on his face. His smug, arrogant smile crumbled to the point that it made one doubt if it would ever come back, even when everything was resolved. In a position akin to kneeling, the guy is covering his crotch with his hands as tears drop from his open eyes—which are staring at me with a hateful look.
“…I told you, didn’t I? …That you’d regret it if you tried to put your hands in me again.”
“Bwegh?!” Refusing to let him have even a single second of relief, I jump forward once again, striking once again on the same spot, but now with a full-blown kick. Having the rest of his physical strength taken away by that blow, the man finally falls to the ground on his back. Let alone his senses, he’s probably not able to even think anymore due to the pain. …But I’m still not satisfied.
“...You’re into tough girls…was it? Heh…scum.” Not feeling a drop of pity from his pathetic figure for even a single second, I kick him once again. I of course make sure not to miss, hitting him precisely in the same place as before. He has his hands in the way this time, but…just like how you have to hit a nail over and over again to have it go through a wooden plank, I just need to kick him over and over again until his hands aren’t a problem anymore. What can I say? If in addition to his manhood, he also wants his hands to be unusable…then who am I to reject that wish of his?
“Aargh?! Y-You………Y-You…s-slut…”
“…Save it. I’ve already heard enough of that for a lifetime.”
“Aargh?! …” And there goes the fourth blow, adding an extra layer of vicious pain for him to withstand. Tears pour from his eyes as if they were rivers, and other than his moans of pain, it seems he has finally shut his mouth. Hmph, what a pathetic sight.
“ …Where did all your haughtiness go, huh? Is your arrogance that frail? Tch.
You walked up to me as if you ruled everything on land, and now you can’t do a single thing—CAN YOU?!”
“Aaaaauurgh?! …………..I-I’m so-sorry, p-please stop…”
…Tch. Why are you looking at me as if I’m the bad guy? This wouldn’t have happened if you had backed down while I was being nice; this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been such a pushy piece of shit. Isn’t that right?
“Tch. Pathetic.”
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