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—whispers—
As the transfer student, it stood to reason that his new classmates would whisper about him, but—
“I heard the only thing they returned to his family was the bloody T-shirt.”
Kouichi frowned, saying nothing, nothing as—
“Why did he have to go on a trip abroad for work?” he thought, not looking up at his classmates, not correcting them that no, they indeed had a body to cremate, not just a bloody t-shirt.
“Hey!” the teacher snapped, clapping his hands. “Please don’t gossip about your fellow classmates.”
Koichi didn’t look up, as—
“I really didn’t want to return here, to the place where she lost her life, particularly since they’ve not caught the perpetrator.”
—whispers—
They continued, and he could honestly live without them.