A shocked, betrayed cry escapes, hand flying up to the back of his neck as he whirls around in search of the culprit—ah, snow was cold, really cold, he shudders uncomfortably. “Eeh? Who was that...?!” He wouldn’t be surprised if it was a classmate, but... if that was the case, wouldn’t he (it wasn’t like they hid their hatred) be able to see them right now?
He bites the inside of his mouth. Well, in case, regardless—there was no point fighting, was there? Since he’d done something terrible, since if things had been different, if some other guy left with her and came back with only watery excuses of (Hiyori! screaming it out, again and again) ‘I tried to save her’... he’d feel the same way, right? Eyes welling up (stop it, stop it, stop being so useless) he trudges on. Ah, home. Nearly, nearly...