My head doesnât work well and I can barely form thoughts. I think Hiratsuka said something to a classmate, and I feel like people around me are berating me.
He then left the classroom supported by Eri.
However, Iâll never forget how she looked at me back then, and Iâll never forget her voice:
âWhy⌠Why did you hide it from me? I canât believe it⌠And to also hit your seniorâŚ?â
Her eyes burned with hostility, and disgust dripped from her expression like venom. Iâd never seen her make such a face before.
Iâve always done everything so I could see her smile, but it all came crashing down in an instant.
Indifference morphed into malice, and the stares around me started to change. I didnât mind the indifferent glances, but I did have some friends.
âHâHayakawaâŚâ
âHa? Why did youâŚÂ Sh*t.â
He was my only male friend, Hayakawa. Eri and him were classmates, and we had very similar interests⌠Maybe he believed the rumors, too.
I recalled our interaction yesterdayâ
âYo, Toshiki~ When are ya going to confess to Mashima-san? I mean, you two are already a thing, right? Huh? Not yet? Well, guess weâll need to have a strategy meeting after school! Letâs go to an internet cafe!â Heâd said all that with a warm smile.
Simple, quiet like me, yet so kind and friendly⌠Thatâs how he was. And that same guy scowled at me. I guess the word that Iâm the son of a criminal reached himâŚ
All I could do was walk away in silence, yet no matter where I went, I could not escape their gaze.
As I toddled down the hallway, a small girl gave me a big gaze.
âSenpai, Iâve heard some strange rumors about you⌠Are they true?â
She was Moe Nakajima, a girl one grade below me, and a member of the Womenâs Manga Research Club.
A long time ago, sheâd dropped her notebook and we searched for it together. Since then, weâd often run into each other in the hallways, and sheâd complain to me every single time.
I was honestly impressed by the way she enjoyed talking and complaining about anime.
But as I thought about my past with her, Eriâs image popped into my mind⌠Letâs not think about herâŚ
However, Iâm sure this girlâs heard the rumors and despises me too.
âHey, what kind of rumors?â
âUm⌠That youâre the son of a criminal, and despite being meek youâre a delinquent. Also that you mug people, and youâre violent, and⌠TâThat you went for Mashima-senpaiâs weaknessâŚâ
Oh, I see⌠Rumors have already reached you, too. Haha, that does make me seem like a very bad guy.
I think I might understand how my dad feels a little bit.
âSâStop laughing and answer the question!â
âYou shouldnât have anything to do with me anymore⌠And, Iâm the son of a criminal, so⌠youâre not wrong.â
When Nakajima heard my words, she looked astonished, though only for a moment.
But that brief moment said it all. Although sheâs always been kinda mean to me, I never felt bad, she was a very kind girl at her core.
Thatâs why she shouldnât get involved with me anymore.
Nakajima was saying something, but her words didnât get into my head. I turned my back on her and walked to the staff room so I could tell the teachers Iâd leave early today.
It was an unusual time to leave school. I couldnât see any other students around.
After taking in a breath of fresh air and calming down a bit, I opened my messaging app so I could apologize to Eri.
⌠But apologize for what? For pushing down the man she loved? For hiding my dadâs circumstances from you?
Iâm not even sure anymore, so I only sent her one word: âSorry.â
â⌠Unread, huhâŚâ
And at this moment I truly understood our positions. We live in entirely different dimensions: Iâm the son of a criminal, and youâre a bright girl.
Thereâs nothing wrong with you for turning against me, Eri. If only Iâd been brave enough to explain myself from the beginning, but I was just too scared⌠Scared that youâd leave me if you knew about my father.
Iâve loved you for ten whole years, but I couldnât tell you that.
Memories of love showered my mind like rain.
âHey, Toshi, is there anyone you like?â
âEh, um, nâno there isnât.â
âHmm, well, if I canât marry anyone, should we get together?â
âWâWhat are you talking about? Whoâs the guy?â
âToshi, your face is turning red~ But Iâm not kidding, okay?â
âEâEh, butââ
âOh! Letâs go to Destinyland together sometime!â
âWâWell, sure⌠Letâs go home now, then? Uwaahâ! What are you doing?â
âHm? Weâre just holding hands. Come on, come on, letâs go home!â
Huh? Why is it that⌠I canât stop crying?
Why are tears rolling down my face?
Is it because I canât see her anymore? Is it because my dad is a criminal? Or is it because Iâm all alone at school?
I donât know, but I shouldnât cry. Grandpa will be worried, and his friends will all laugh at me.
I couldnât sleep a wink last night. Although I pretended to be fine in front of my grandfather, all kinds of emotions came rushing in as soon as I was alone.
The next morning, I was a bit sleep-deprived, so I just left home at the usual time. Habit is a terrible thing.
But I regretted it the moment I opened the front door.
Eri had just come out of her front door at the same time. Her eyes unexpectedly met mine.
⌠This was my last chance. I had to directly apologize for hiding my circumstances from her.
âEâEri-chanâŚâ
But her face was scary. She looked at me like she was looking at a piece of trash thrown by the wayside.
But still, I had to open my mouth andâ
She spoke before I could even begin:
â⌠You know what, donât ever talk to me again. I love you a lot, Toshi, but your father⌠You know what I mean, right?â
âAhâŚâ
Eri just said that and left, and soon something cold ran through my heart. She just sliced my whole body with an invisible knife.
I knew. I knew I could never go back. That bad feeling simmered in the back of my mind, yet I didnât want her to look at me so coldly. Not even if she said she loved me.
And even if she didnât think of me as a man, I was at least trying to be gentle, which is what sheâd always liked.
I donât know what to do, but I shouldnât cry. I have to go to school soon, after allâŚ
But I couldnât move my legs. Fear of going there overtook me.
Iâm afraid of the way everyone looks at me.
Then, out of nowhere, I felt a big warm touch on my shoulder.
â⌠You donât have to go.â
Turning around, I see my grandpa there. He was as big as a bear and stared up at the sky, his large palm resting on my shoulder.
I have to put on a happy face so that I donât worry him. I have to smile.
But⌠I couldnât.
I just couldnât.
â⌠You can cry now, but let this be the last time you cry⌠When youâre done, eat a hearty meal and go to bed.â
âO, okayâŚÂ HâHicâŚâ
It was then I heard a crack as if something inside me had broken.
And I too broke down right there, crying every single drop of tear I had welled up inside me.
But through every moment of my suffering, I felt a warm touch on my shoulder.