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I would force her to remember how people treated her when she tried to show them her designs. How everyone thought Eri was better. How Eri IS better.

“These designs are yours?“ 

You nod, a little bit expectant, with a tiny smile on your face. Your classmate - a member of the sewing club, just like you and your redhead best friend - looks up and down from the papers in their hands, a funny mixture of looks passing through their face.

(Shiki understands clearly what they are now - boredom, nervousness, hesitance, a touch of guilt—an expression that said her classmate thought very little, if anything, about them. It’s a look that still hurts to see because it stamped the definition of inferior into her head.) 

“These are…” The student shifts in an uneasy way, eyes glancing around as if looking for an excuse - you can already feel your smile slipping down into a frown, even though you haven’t heard anything yet.  "…honestly, they’re kind of, well, lackluster? I mean, like, compared to Eri’s stuff—”

(Always Eri, pretty and smart and creative Eri. Shiki doesn’t hate her, because this was all so long ago and she has gotten over it now, but the memories apparently brought back their sentiments too - and in this case, her eyes are bright green and there’s a distant but sickening feeling that sinks deep into her, like despair.)

You immediately block out everything that your classmate says - you still don’t listen as you gently take back your designs afterwards. Nodding absently to their remarks, you say nothing in return and eventually walk off with a half-hearted excuse about the time. 

When no one is looking, you roll the papers into a crumpled ball and toss it into a rubbish bin. You feel stupid for thinking that anyone would care about you - Eri is much better at this anyway.