Kyoya Ootori didn't mind it when his glasses hit the ground.
He didn't mind it when they cracked as they hit. He didn't mind the small crack he found in the lens. He didn't mind his strange vision caused by that one crack. He didn't mind the stinging sensation that was slowly spreading across his cheek. He didn't mind the look of utter disappointment held in his father's steel eyes. He didn't mind.
He didn't mind the looks. He didn't mind the scalding harsh words or the venom spat forth like a turret. He didn't mind the lack of love or caring. He didn't mind the backwards lies. He didn't mind the growing feeling of worthlessness and uselessness. Why should he mind? They were facts and figures. Variables set into the cold equation that has shaped his life since conception. And he was the only one who knew the answer to the algorithm.
He didn't mind the loneliness. He didn't mind the hot stream of tears that leaked down his face as he stared at the ceiling of his room. Why should he mind? Why was he crying if he didn't mind? The answer was unknown, he didn't care though. Emotions changed the formula, strewing about the numbers with the flick of a wrist. They were useless, emotions. He did not need them.
He didn't mind.
For the husk never did.
Inspired by emotions...
Instances in which Kyoya is reminded how broken he truly is.