i'll try not to hate you but i'm not thrilled about your existence//→shintaro
In the light of recent murders of all those who posed some sort of vague familiarity--not to mention his own death as a result of one in particular--Kano was beginning to rethink the stance he held on this island. Grudges and baseless hatred would get him nowhere, especially if the boiling inside him was senseless. There was only some sort of distinct feeling of loathing burning in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the Kisaragi boy, but for what? For the life of him, he couldn't remember.
Maybe there was good reason. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe he just needed someone to blame for all of this shit that's happened, even though he knew no current fault lay within Shintaro. It was only... A distant sense of foreboding and pent up anger. Why?
Surprising even himself, it was by his own choice Kano headed for the library where he'd always--until now--ignored the teen. What would he find? Well, he wasn't sure, and some part of him really, really didn't want to find out. How bad could one person be?
Spotting him in a particularly isolated corner, Kano put on his most natural of grins, slipping his hands into his pockets. Just the sight of the guy made his skin crawl.
"Ah, ah, you're Kisaragi, right?"