❝ to think, someone as auspicious as you shed concern for something as grotesque as me. ❞
❝ that isn’t right at all, shirogane. would you truly be this hospitable towards miyuki ishikawa ? hiroshi maeue ? you’re displaying iniquitous behavior , needless to say, it’s not admirable in the slightest. shirogane, you’re someone whom i look up to, but how you’re acting right now is repulsive. shirogane, oh shirogane-san, you don’t mean those kind words. &&. if you do, i’m going to make you regret you’ve ever told them to me ━━━━━ real quick. ❞
he just couldn’t quite understand her. he felt as if the woman used an altruistic facade to mask private revulsion, as if she continued to maneuver a veneer of cordial comportment to veil any secreted indignation she held towards him &&. the egregious malfeasance he has perpetrated. he couldn’t understand why she even bother with him, he was someone who whenever had smoke that incinerated his distorted eyes, you’d never find him looking more alive. he was someone who had a heart that spored clusters of flourishing tumors. he was someone who was equipped with a touch laced with bane, charcoal &&. granite. someone so vile, someone so inglorious, someone people shouldn’t even attempt to get close to. she dug herself a hole within the maggot-ridden soil, a hole that continued to deepen with each honeyed vocable that cascaded from her maw, spilt like spoiled milk. her lips split like wood. beneath that samite &&. creme, behind that tussore &&. valenciennes lied rot, something fetid &&. ghastly, like a strewn limb writhing in agony. &&. right then &&. there, he was devoted to find that decay. ryoma hoshi was one of the most infamous former serial killers in japan, fabled for his unusual methods of killing. she knew this. yet she continued to behave in the most nauseating of ways: expressing affability, the opposite of what a killer as reprehensible as him should be handled with.
his voice is husky &&. harsh, cut through the air like how a knife slices through the thick flesh of skin.
❝ do you feel safe around me ? ❞
“ ...You still think I’m lying, don’t you...? ”
He was a difficult person to get a read on, that much
she was certain of. He spoke of himself with such disdain
and contempt, as if his very existence was unforgivable.
Those feelings may not have been groundless in Hoshi’s case,
but why did he feel such a need to constantly force those feelings
on the people around him? Was it guilt that caused him to
insist his own malevolence to others? Or was he purposely
trying to make his classmates afraid of him?
She listened to his cursing and words of reprimand
towards her, and could see how irritated be was becoming. She
couldn’t mask the nervousness on her face or how tightly her fists
were clenched.
“ N-No, that’s.... that’s different. You aren’t those people.
Is that... a threat? I already said that I do mean my words, but...
how would you make me regret something like that...? You’re
really that upset about what I said? ”
Tsumugi could understand where he was coming from,
but at this point it was almost like she was talking to a brick wall.
The tension in the atmosphere and the stress of the conversation
was weighing heavily on her. His cruel words, the terrible subject,
it was all so much to take on so suddenly. She was frightened still,
but also exasperated enough to argue back.
“ No, I don’t feel safe. Is that what you wanted to hear? How
can I, or anyone, feel safe in this school? Despite what you’re
saying the both of us, you aren’t what scares me most about this
place. And I still want to get out of here with everyone, including you!
So why are you so determined to make me hate you?! ”
The last sentence came out louder and harsher than she
intended. She quickly realized how she came across and attempted
to correct it my adjusting her posture and taking a deep breath to calm
herself down before speaking again. It was difficult to make Tsumugi
truly angry when the topic was unrelated to anime, and what she felt
right now was not quite rage, but rather an intense passion to counter
his words.
“ ....Never mind. I don’t.... want to hear your answer. I don’t
really feel like arguing about this anymore if you’re just going to
deny everything I say.