"Roses are red
Memes are dank
Need I to tell you
your pussy stank!"
Hachiman recited his poem to Sensei Hiratsuki, whose mouth is agape at the shock of his disrespect. The room immediately fell as silent as a dull boy who had all work but no play. Everyone stared at Hachiman, bracing for the imminent impact.
Sensei's face darkened. She clutched the desk so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She is literally shaking right now. Hachiman was fully prepared to be knocked off his feet. He did not regret a single thing he has done. Over the past few months, he has been tormenting Sensei Hiratsuki with methods of all sorts. Salty over the fact that she cancelled the minority studies course because it is 'not important', Hachiman has decided to punish her until she publicly apologises for her bigotry. This will be the final nail in the coffin. Sensei is mentally breaking down, and will not be able to hold her composure for long.
A single drop of tear fell on the desk. Sensei is violently shaking right now. The students gasped in shock as more tears started forming on the desk. Soon, the entire table was flooded with her tears of sorrow. Sorrow over the fact that Hachiman has failed her as a student. Sorrow over the fact that Hachiman has failed himself at life.
And the students were quick to condemn. In the next minute, death threats were directed at Hachiman, who sat in his seat with his legs crossed on the table and showing as much indifference as possible. He definitely did not regret it. No he definitely did not. Definitely not…
But why is there an innate sense of regret within him, punching violently at his guts?
Furthermore, it is not something that he could shrug away. The pang of guilt, no matter how negligible it is, ultimately exists, and it is killing him inside. Did he really do the right thing? Is he really serving for justice, or is he turning against it? Right now these thoughts are insignificant, for he is marched towards the principal's office with two of the most burlesque male teachers in school. Rumor has it that they both fancied a particular teacher whom Hachiman had done a great deal of emotional harm towards. Hachiman could see the visible signs of pent-up rage in them, and, hoping not to come face to face with their menace, he treaded cautiously with every step.
The principal made a final verdict to Hachiman— for the misdeed of boldly disrespecting a teacher, Hachiman is permanently expelled from school. His parents would be notified of the incident and arrangements will be made to transfer him to a new school. This news dealt a great blow to Hachiman, not because he has friends in his current school, but because his parents wold be without doubt greatly disappointed in him.
"Herro son I want yu to be doctur yur shamefur dispray." His father called him and admonished him over the phone for two hours. Hachiman sighed. All because of that Bitch Sensei, his life is now shattered into smithereens.
The night was tranquil. A boy stood alone at one side of the bridge, staring at the night sky as though it is him against the whole world. The Shinkansen line falls directly beneath the bridge. He leaned against the railing, observing the coming and going of the high-speed trains. As they cruised through the night, as fast as his fleeting life appear to be, Hachiman heaved a deep sigh. Perhaps he could become free as a bullet train again— cruising across the plains of Japan, witnessing the bountiful sceneries that nature has to offer, and exercising the limit of his mobility along the tracks.
But he had to first make that jump. To not be fearless, and boldly make is rapid descent. To fall flat on the track, answering the instant call of death, and eventually get run over by an oncoming train whose unfortunate crew never have the time to react.
Brevity is an art, they say. Hence, I shall end my story here and leave the rest to the reader's imagination.
