Naoto's POV
Looking at me were the cold eyes of the underclassman, who appeared to be a completely different person than what he usually was. An indifferent expression, void of any emotions that sent a shiver down my spines. His eyes were sinister.
I couldn't see him clearly because of the tears forming in eyes. Without saying a word, he just kept looking at me.
What the hell is wrong with him?
I should have never associated myself with this creep!
Aoi, where are you!?!!!
All I could remember was him throwing a rock towards Aoi with his full might, but I managed to dodge it somehow. But Aoi got hurt in the process. Her yell full of agony was still ringing in my ears.
The more I was thinking about it, tears were forcing their way out of my eyes.
I hate this!
I hate this so much!!!
