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”You're a ______”
He didn't remember what that person called him. It was all blurry.
His hands were kept held behind his back by another persons, as well as one kneeling on the concrete by his face. He wasn't sure what that kneeling one was for.
“Get ready.”
Ready?
His face was being held right by the sidewalk curb.
This could just be a mere prank...
“Alright, start recording.”
“On it.”
Suddenly, the person kneeling in front of him forced Rui's mouth open and onto the curb.
The grip on his hands got tighter.
He started kicking around as much as he could until someone held his legs as well.
They all started talking about something.
“You think we'll get in trouble by the school for this?”
“Not like I give a fuck. He deserves it anyway.”
“Yeah, he's a fucking weirdo.”
So they were doing this because he's a weirdo?
Will anything happen to Tsukasa or Nene as well? Or Emu?
Tears streamed down his face and onto the concrete, quickly evaporating by the (almost) summer heat.
“Stop crying bitch!”
The person recording stomped on his head as hard as they could, at least that's what Rui thought.
“Oh, so that's why they also call
it a curb painting.”