As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

——My life is going forward, it is dark.

Did the first person to say "the opposite of liking is indifference" go to hell; treating people with "maliciousness" can't be better than "indifference" - the antonym of liking should be hate of.

I am well aware of the ugliness of human nature, so I don't have any expectations for others, and I don't have any thoughts about the death of others. Indifference is the ultimate virtue that human beings should have.

However, not everyone understands this truth.

Self-satisfaction, self-talk, using the pain of others to satisfy one's own vanity-people, it seems, have always been like this.

My stomach hurts from the beating, and my forehead from the cigarette butts also hurts.I have no way to escape from school, and I don't want my mother to worry about my affairs, she has worked very hard.

At least, let me escape that campus during lunch break.

There are many rumors about this abandoned place, and there are even cases that happened a few days ago, but I am extremely grateful that I slipped into it that afternoon as always, and met the person who pulled me out of the abyss.

I didn't know his name at first, but the sudden explosion on top of my head made me have to look up. When I met his eyes, he didn't expect that there would be someone, and he hid back in a panic.

I shouldn't care about this, it's someone else's business.However, I couldn't help thinking, what was that thing just now, who was that person just now?

Maybe people just like to find some sense of existence for themselves, and the more miserable people are, the more they want to find some excuses for their incompatibility.I couldn't help but think - I, could it be a different one.

I chased into the teaching building that seemed to devour people.

There seemed to be some kind of scream left on the stairs. I was inexplicably depressed, but I couldn't restrain my excitement.

When I chased to the door of that classroom, I saw his appearance clearly.

He doesn't look very old, maybe about the same age as me, but the tracksuit on his body doesn't look like the style of the nearby school.

What impressed me the most was his eyes—it had nothing to do with the so-called "six eyes" that I learned later, nor did it have anything to do with that special, beautiful look.

It's the things in the eyes, the kind of eyes -- gentle, delicate, and indescribable, which give me the illusion that I am being cared about.It was such a face-to-face meeting that I even felt my eye sockets tighten.

Just with this look in my eyes, I felt that the wound on my forehead didn't hurt so much anymore.

At this moment, even though I am subjectively unwilling, I still clearly recognize the fact that I hope that someone can care about me, and I don't really want the "virtue" of "indifference" of everyone—— I'm just using this as an excuse, I just don't want to be bullied.

I'm just cowardly, not daring to really resist.

I mustered up the courage to say something, but I could only ask intermittently about the thing I had never seen before.

Is that a monster, or a ghost?

His eyes were shining brightly, and he replied solemnly that it was the "curse spirit".

Then he told me that I had talents that no one else had.

Do people like me have talents that others don't?

I want to believe it, but I can't believe it.I've seen a lot of quirky movies, and I've seen a lot of characters who would come to some kind of scene.It seems that only the protagonist of the story can survive, so what about me?

Am I the protagonist of this story, or a supporting character who can't even write his name?

I don't know how to ask, and then—then his stomach growled.

No one else had seen it before, his ears turned red instantly, he was a little embarrassed but didn't want to show it.

really cute.

It's also very real.

I gave him the onigiri I brought over.I admit that I deliberately wanted to get closer to him, and wanted to let him know that there was someone like me.

I don't want to be a passer-by all the time, and I also want to stay in the eyes of others.

I thought I was going to die when the ceiling suddenly shattered and collapsed.

It's like a supporting role in all movies that break into places that shouldn't be broken into-maybe I don't even count as a supporting role.

But nothing happened.

I can't remember the appearance of that curse spirit the first time I saw it.What still remains in my memory is the back view of him blocking me behind.

He protected me.

The curse spirit in front of him didn't explode like the one just now, but just disappeared silently.

I can't help thinking a little affectionately, is he taking care of my mood?

Afterwards, I took the opportunity to invite him to lunch.

My relationship with him is relatively close, is it possible to exchange names?

I introduced myself first, then looked at him.

He was a little nervous, a little anxious, and wanted to speak but didn't.I realized that he seems... like a child who just came to this world, he doesn't know anything.

Why is he nervous and anxious?

Is it because you care about my reaction?

With some emotions that even I can't explain clearly, I deliberately showed a sad expression.

Sure enough, he reacted more strongly.

I'm...happy, vilely feeling pleasure.I am a villain, I must be a villain, and take genuine pleasure in playing with other people's emotions.

"Misaki." That's how he introduced.

I know that this must not be his real name, maybe he made it up now.Maybe he doesn't know what his name is, and maybe he doesn't know how to introduce himself, but he doesn't want me to be sad, so he made up this name.

This is a name because I exist.

He was really gentle, and I felt a kind of satisfaction from the inside out.

When I was stopped by someone, I was a little panicked.Will they bully Misaki like they bullied me?

No, I can't let this happen!

But Misaki is really powerful, these people have absolutely no power to fight back under his hands.

I found that these people in the school are completely out of line with me.

Misaki obviously had difficulty even speaking, but she pressed them to apologize to me.It seems that he has been protecting me since we met.

"Can I do it too?" I asked -- can I protect you the same way you protect me, one day?

He nodded vigorously.

I know he didn't get my point, but enough is enough.

I can, I definitely can!

And after that, he lived in my house, and I shared my favorite movies and favorite food with him like all friends.

He taught me spells and took me to practice abilities, just like all teachers and students.

My spells come from my heart and my emotions. The transparent jellyfish represents my indifference, and the cool colors express my indifference.

I don't have that many people I care about, but Misaki will always occupy the most special position.

Others can't understand his words, his expression, his eyes, but I can understand.Maybe even Misaki herself doesn't know how easy he is to understand.

In fact, I don't really want to join the high school. I believe Misaki can teach me what I can learn from other people.But when I got into Mr. Yizhi's car, I knew that he must know these people and wanted to join, or wanted me to join.

Misaki was just scruples about my thoughts.

I don't want him to be in trouble, he has accommodated me so many things and so many emotions, I also want to do something for him.

He is so strong that he doesn't need my protection.So, I always want to find something to make up for elsewhere.

The life in the college is actually very good, and the students are very friendly. Knotweed, Nazaki, and Fuhei have different personalities, but they are all very good people. I also have some real "classmates" and "friends" people.

When Misaki saw me happy, he was also happy.

After the sister battle, I know.Misaki's life experience may be more complicated than I imagined. There are family intrigues, high-level persecution, and there may be many things I don't know or understand.

But those are not important, Misaki taught me: Don't think about the past, look forward to the future.

No matter what his past was, Misaki will always be Misaki.

Fate is a wonderful thing, it brings people together and separates them.

He was plotted, plotted by the curse spirit.

Why did I trust others, and finally became a tool for others to contain Misaki?

I am fine no matter what, such a despicable wish does not belong to me in my own life, even if I die here, it doesn't matter.

Principal Night Moth said that there is no unrepentant death for conjurers.

But at least at this moment, I feel that even if I die, I will never regret it.

That person, the person who claimed to be Wujo-sensei's best friend, actually gouged out Misaki's eyes with his hand - how dare he!

My whole body hurts, and I desperately mobilize the magic power in my body-let me move, move!

Help him, his face is covered with blood, and the ground is also covered with blood.

red, painful--

But he was happy.

why!

Why do you do this to him!

Then, he gouged out his other eye, and used Nazaki's nails to release Prison Gate from restraining Mr. Wujo.

Teacher Wutiao made a move.

Misaki should be fine, my spell is working, I want to help Misaki, to ease his pain, both physically and emotionally.

I never had such a burning desire.

My mana answered me, and this is my only shikigami that is opaque to light.

Just call it "Chi", I've never been in such a mood.

But fate was like a joke, I watched Misaki's body collapse.

Not injured, not bleeding, but - a kind of collapse that cannot be described in words.

It was the appearance that one side of the body became weaker and weaker, and then gradually disappeared.

It's so unreal, I must be dreaming, right?

"Chi" caught the fallen Misaki, but the reversal spell it carried was useless.

I'm still useless.

For the first time, it should be the first time I shed tears in front of Misaki.

Although he may not see me anymore.

No need to speak, I can feel that he is not in pain, but relieved and relieved——

It seemed that the blood all over his face did not flow from the wound, but was just gouged out bruises.It was as if someone who had been imprisoned for a long time was suddenly given a sense of freedom.

He is leaving.

I am very aware of this fact and can't change it.

Nor can it be changed.

——Misaki also hoped so.

"I'm just going back, even if I'm not by your side, I'll always watch you."

He really doesn't belong here, so he has to go back.

I should be happy for him.

He will always look at me and I will always remember him.

After all, I became a passer-by, but this time, I didn't seem to be so uncomfortable.

Because I have been the main character in his life, and now—

Don't miss the past.

don't read-

don't forget--

My life is dark ahead; but my life will be bright in the future.