"You bitch, say that to my face one more time." …Guest, it's a mistake, I really—

"Don't start talking shit now, I said say it again properly."

The gym storage room. I cornered a girl against the wall and snapped at her sharply.

She couldn't say a word, her face pale with fear, her eyes trembling uncontrollably.

"What, are you scared? Then you shouldn't have run your mouth so carelessly. You think it's over just because you back out after getting on my nerves?"

A scoff escaped me.

That expression—it was exactly the kind I detested the most.

"Fuck… people like you are the most disgusting."

"Don't act out if you don't have the guts to take responsibility. Live quietly from now on, got it?"

At that moment—

A low, quiet voice came from behind me.

Hey.

It was just one word, but my body froze.

As I slowly turned around, Futakuchi Kenji was standing at the entrance of the storage room. My boyfriend.

He, who usually cracked stupid jokes, was now looking at me with a tightly set mouth and not a hint of a smile.

A cold gaze. Even without words, his face clearly showed exactly what he was thinking.