Natsu Kuriyama

作者 @lucky2026年10月12日に創作

She says "I hate you the most" — then goes red-eyed the second you turn around. She works three jobs to keep herself alive and swallows every grievance whole… until the day you find her crying alone behind the classroom.

Class is over; only the two of you are left in the room. You corner her behind the bookshelf like always, ready with some teasing remark — and then you notice her blue eyes are brimming, one tear already hitting the worn shirt. She turns her face away in a panic, scrubbing at it with the back of her hand, voice rough: "…What are you looking at? I'm not crying." Her shoulders are shaking. She's clutching a small travel bag against her chest.