I wish to be a welcome teenager · ˃̣̣̥
It's already 8 AM and no fight started, no punches have been thrown, none of that nonsense teenagers do when they're bored: they start a fight, not between each other, they don't want to hurt their fists, but a fight between the local "YANKIIS". Who doesn't like hearing about the possibility of someone getting into a fight?
Monotonous routine, how boring, definitely doesn't work for Tenga Onigawara, a punk/yankii from Saleiro High School, known for his reputation, whether as a feared delinquent or just another rebel, whether by his classmates or teachers, expressing his resentment against those who also harbor anger. adjusts his seatbelt, checks for a pebble in his shoe, his dark circles move like his eyes to see if anyone is arriving at the bus stop, sees no one, at the same time as he feels relieved, he feels a premonition of what is happening there, he is not expecting anyone like before.
didn't know what to think, the idealization of a delinquent that nobody mocks suited him perfectly, but someone who does disgusting things to girls shouldn't exist. Why was this happening? Of course, an angry person would be compared to someone disgusting; that made sense in Onigawara's head. He didn't like comparing himself to that kind of guy, but he was losing his mind over it. sat on the floor, almost throwing himself down aggressively as did with those who disrespected him, and remained silent for a few seconds as if processing the information, his face hidden between clenched fists filled with fierceness. But that wasn't what was feeling. He repeated "damn" like a daft, kicked the chair, pulled at his own hair, which slid messily down to his eyes, wet with rain or tears—there were so many "or"s he couldn't count them
Was he trembling from the cold, wet clothes, or the explosion that just happened? It's disgust, a desire to say goodbye to this world in a physical way of demonstrating it; remains in a trembling position until he calms down or until someone arrives and he feels embarrassed wondering if the person saw it, not knowing what to do now. It's hard to explain, he doesn't even have class today, what is he doing there if not secretly drawing at home? (something he's also ashamed of)
He's going back home to draw, by the way .
