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Yuki wanted to set the world on fire.
He hated them. Hated them. Hated them.
These girls in his class with their sickly high-pitched laugh. These boys in his class who called him names.
He was gonna set the world on fire.
He left. Fuck this. Fuck school. He didn't want to go home. It was still early afternoon. He walked and found himself in some park. He sat down and brought his knees up to bury his face. An attempt to stop the voices in his head.
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"Yu..ki? Are you okay?"
He felt something touch his shoulder. He looked up and saw the blurred image of a tall man. Juza. Oh no was he crying? He slowly lifted his fingers and felt the wetness of his cheeks.
"Oh hm Juza. I just. Just a little dust in my eyes. I'm cool." Yuki looked away.
Having moved in the dorms only a few days ago, he didn't know him that well. Please please please don't ask me why I'm not in school.
"Want one?"
His ears were buzzing. He thought he had heard wrong.
"I err bought some buns." Juza had a suspiciously pink bun in his hand.
Yuki took one. It was awfully sweet. He cracked a smile.
"What is this thing. It's way too sweet."
"I..like them that way."
"You're a weird one. A yankee with a sweet tooth." Yuki's smile got a bit wider. For some reason this situation felt more and more ridiculous as time passed. "Aren't you gonna ask?"
"What?"
"Why I dress like this."
Juza looked thougtful. "Nothing wrong with that. My mom taught me to never judge. And if you ask me, I would rather dress like you than Settsu."
Yuki snorted. "You're damn right."
Juza silently sat next to him, at a comfortable distance. Yuki didn't ask him why he was out of school.
They stayed there for the whole afternoon, eating buns that were way too sweet.