Lynn's pov
I never looked down on Keto. Even if he's a sadistic bastard who likes to order me around, I have never looked down on him. Keto is pretty admirable for his confidence and strength. Sometimes I even wish I have a personality like his, turns out that he's capable of being vulnerable too.
Maybe that's because no one is perfect. Each and everyone always have their own weaknesses that can cause them to burst with extreme feelings.
Everytime his fist lands on my face made me want to fight back to protect myself, but he didn't realized that his real emotions were slipping out. Seeing him so wretched and miserable made me pity him even more.
Somehow, I feel like we're not so different from each other. "…Lynn! Wake up, Lynn!"
"Huh?" I woke up seeing Nay's face.
Where did Keto go?
"Nay, where's Keto?… what are you doing here?"
"Don't even bother searching for that bastard! Just look what he did to you, you're a total mess!!" He got a mirror out of nowhere and shows me my own face. There were plasters and band aid all over my face, Keto really took it all out on my face. "Hngg, it does hurt."
"See?! If I haven't searched for you that time, then he might have killed you! That bastard doesn't give a shit to whatever happens to you."
"Nay..." He's really mad about Keto. "You've got nothing to do with this, so I'll handle this by myself."
"But Lynn! Look at yourself!"
"I know, but still!..." I can't bring myself to hate Keto and ignore him forever. There are also a lot of things that I have to deal with, and most of them has something to do with Keto. "Where is he anyway?"
"Are you really going to see that guy? What if he pounds on your face like dough again?"
"Nay, please."
"Fine! But don't say I didn't warn you. Call me quickly if something ever happened." Then as he got out of the room, it was only then I realize that I'm at the school clinic. Later on, Keto comes inside with a worried look on his face.
"...are you alright?" He asked with such a soft voice. It sounded like he finds himself guilty of what he had done.
"Do I look like I'm okay?" I was still mad, but I ended up sighing and got straight to the point. "I think I should be the one to ask you that. Are you alright, Keto?"
He sat at the corner of my bed, and didn't even looked at me. "You're the one who's hurt... and I'm fine."
"That doesn't seem to be the case earlier."
"...what do you want me to say, exactly?" Keto suppressed himself from raging out again, I can see his fingers burrying into the bed.
"I was wondering what made you feel that way... that I was looking down on you. Why do you even think that?"
"...why wouldn't I?" He finally looks at me in the eye. "You saw me getting beaten up pathetically. You acted upset when I haven't even done anything wrong, you questioned why I wanted to study, and also kept talking back!!"
"Well that's because I was worried about you!"
"Why the hell are you even worried for someone who treats you so badly!?"
"Because!! Didn't Ash said you think of me as a good friend?... and I thought we're already considered as friends. Friends are always there for each other, so that's why I worry about you!" I finally said it.
And Keto looks like he can't believe it. "You're stupid. Do you really believe what Ash said?... what if he only made it up? Will you still consider me as a friend?... and even when I punched you on the face a lot of times!?" He turned his face away again.
"...if that's true then..." I came up to him, and punched him back on the face as hard as I can.
"Fu— what the fuck!?"
"We can call it even now." He got furious about getting punched, but he didn't fight back. "...you're really stupid. You're punch doesn't even hurt that much."
"Maybe your face is just made of steel." My hand did got hurt from punching his face.
He sighed and grinned for a bit. "...maybe it is."
"Keto... don't you consider me as your right hand?"
"Yeah, I do."
"And why would you make me your right hand?"
"Because, I feel like I can trust you for a little bit."
"Can't I also be considered as a friend then?"
Keto was hesitating as he think for an answer. I can tell that he must have a lot of trust issues to be like this. "...I don't know. Really. I don't."
"...if that's the case, then you can go on your way now. I don't think I need to see you after all." He's surprised that I let him go, though he didn't even spare the time to apologize for what he did and just left like I told him to.