Human beings are too cruel.
   Rage, frustration, violent  f u r y  -- the storm that developed within Naoki at a young age is swirling and growing and drowning everything in liquid fire, leaving his mind in a red haze. Heâs clutching his phone so tightly that his knuckles have turned white ( oh how he wishes to chuck it as hard as he can, see it shatter in a thousand pieces ) , eyes downcast and expression a mirror of his swelling ire.Â
   Human beings hurt each other too easily.Â
   He needs to leave, needs to run to Chiyoâs house and check on her, needs to run to her school and end every single one of those bastards who DARED to lay a hand on the one person he cares most for. And Shou--- she canât see him like this. She canât see how much of a MONSTER he truly is ( not yet, not ever ) . The writer fixes his gaze upon the timid teen and speaks up finally, voice uncharacteristically gruff.
   Why are we all like this?