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Vol. 2 Chapter 1
Side 1
Translated by Naralara
Edited by Naralara
Sometimes there were days like this.
A day where he can’t completely fill the gap he was born with.
It starts with very little things.
The smell of the guy in the front seat who pretended to be friendly this morning, the old man dragging five puppies slowly traversing the front of the car, or the voluptuous teeth of a pig-like bastard who purposely bumped into him while exercising.
Things he wouldn’t normally notice slipped through the cracks and gnawed at his nerves. Every now and then, an impulse arose.
Impulses such as sticking the pen in the front seater’s eyeballs, ignoring the old man walking like a snail and stepping on the accelerator, or pulling out all the teeth of the guy in front of him.
He glanced at the face reflected in the hallway window. His face was so normal that it was hard to believe that he was someone who had only had terrible dreams.
No, saying it was fine was not enough. It was close. He stood out even among his peers.
The dark hair and eyes that lightly covered his forehead made him feel special rather than different. He was a quarterback on the football team and his grades were excellent, so he had to choose which university to go to. Anyone who knew the price of his sports car could easily guess how wealthy his parents were. All the girls at school wanted to talk to him.
Every time he walked, people’s eyes moved. A girl standing across the hallway greeted him, but he passed by pretending not to hear. Normally, he would have laughed and pretended to know her, but he didn’t feel like it.
Tired. Laughing, talking, pretending to be normal.
A group of students approached from the other side, waving warmly. He changed directions and  quickly walked into the football club’s locker room. Today was a day off from practice, so the locker room was empty.
He sighed and sat down on the bench.
He didn’t want to go to his counselor and endure boring time having nutritious conversations, or go to the hospital and get evaluated on which medicine would be better. His head was pounding. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could not fill that gap in his lifetime.
For a moment, dark emotions soared. He struck his hand with a blank face. The door of the nearby rocker was blunt and distorted like a piece of paper. I punched a few more times. Blood splashed on my face from the back of my broken hand.
“Haha. Fuck.”
He smiled lightly and ruffled his messy hair. It was then. He heard a voice from somewhere. It was a voice so small and weak that it could not be heard if you were not paying attention. It sounded like a moan or a cry. He walked to the locker in the corner that no one was using and opened the door.
“
 
 !”
He reflexively grabbed something that was slammed in front of him. was a person. It was a skinny girl, no, a boy. With his arms and legs tied, the boy’s face gagged in the cheerleading team’s short skirt was full of tears.
He didn’t even have to ask him how he ended up in a locker doing something like this. A freckled face, big eyes that made him look anxious, skinny arms and legs that made it hard to believe that he was the same age as him, and above all, an Asian with dark hair and dark eyes.
It was an instinctive attribute like that of animals to reject beings who were weak and different from him. There was nothing different about being human. It was just a little surprising that there were still nerds playing such childish pranks.
When their eyes met, tears flowed from the boy’s large eyes. He had eyes like a frightened little animal.
He let out a small sigh and untied the string that had bound the boy. When the gag on his mouth was released, the boy blinked anxiously before opening his mouth.
“It’s okay, are you okay?”
“What?”
“Blood
 .”
The boy’s gaze rested on his messy hand. He stifled a laugh.
Was this a situation where he should be the one who was worried?
Feeling his gaze on him, the boy stuttered, not knowing what to do.
“Ah, this was just Fred joking around, I mean, I was trying to wear these clothes on purpose
 .”
His gaze fell on the boy’s leg. The boy was even more embarrassed and tried to pull the hem of his short skirt down.
“It suits you well.”
“Huh?”
“It suits you well.”
He didn’t know what he was thinking when he said that.
Normally, he would have comforted him or said something pretending to be kind, but then he just wanted to spit it out.
“Ah
 . Th, thank you.”
“
 
 .”
Was he sick? He felt a sense of wonder beyond absurdity.
The boy’s slender fingers creased and unfolded the skirt hem, and he was still at a loss for what to do. Maybe it was because of the short skirt, his eyes went to his skinny legs.
He went to his locker and opened the door. Then without a word he picked up the clothes and threw them at the boy. The boy, who took the clothes, fumbling, looked at him with wide eyes.
“It looks good on you, but you can’t go out like that.”
“
 Ah yes. Th, thanks
 .”
The boy who received the training suit thanked him with a lifeless voice.
He picked up the bag he had left on the bench again. Gradually, he was getting tired of hearing the ‘Thank you’ that he didn’t understand.
“Excuse me.”
He turned his head to the voice calling out to him.
“To give this back
 .”
“Throw it away.”
He replied briefly. Not only is it useless to be rewarded by a man who’s not a woman, but now he didn’t even want to say anything out of the ordinary.
“Well, it’s still new, so it’s a shame to throw it away
 .”
“Do whatever you feel like.”
And he left the locker room.
A group of people who had passed by from afar approached with their hands flashing something. He saw the panties of the nerd-like kid with his pants down. His anger rose.
“Hey, Phil. You disappeared a while ago, so I was looking for you.”
“Are you coming to Ella’s party later this evening?”
“I think she prepared well this time. She set up a party as soon as she heard that you broke up with Megan. I heard she’s trying hard to be your birthday party partner.”
A roar of laughter erupted.
Filthy bastards. The boy’s warm arms wrapped around his shoulders without any understanding. laughing like a bastard. The smell of sweat that he didn’t even wash after exercising.

 fuck off.
“Are you going to go? There must be women lining up to get in your Ferrari today.”
Dark emotions flowed through the gaps that had never been filled since he was born.
“Yea. See you later.”
Standing above the dark emotions, he smiled softly.