Kyoya's POV-
After Hikaru and Madoka left I went straight to the rest room and threw my breakfast up. I'm not sure if it was something to do with Madoka confessing her love to Ginga or what, but something was making me angry; really angry. While washing out my mouth I looked up to my reflection, that's when I realized just how bad I looked. My clothing was torn slightly more than usual, my eyes were growing dull and dark circles were forming from skipping out on sleep to train with Leone. I brushed my bangs from my forehead and inspected my fresh cut. I let my bangs fall back in place. I looked at myself again, but this time my eyes hardened at my reflection.
"No wonder she likes Ginga more than you!" I wasn't sure what I was doing anymore, my anger was boiling over. I was mad. I was mad at Hikaru and I was mad at Ginga and I was most mad at Madoka…or was it myself I was mostly mad at? I missed my chance to confess my feelings to Madoka. In fact I had pushed those feeling away for so long that I even started to believe I hadn't fallen for her.
I fooled even myself. And now I'm too late.
Before I knew what I was doing I slammed my fist into the mirror, causing it to crack and slowly fall apart to my feet. I looked at my reflection in the broken mirror. Suddenly I felt the throbbing pain I had just inflicted into my knuckles, I howled out in pain. I heard a knock at the door.
"Kyoya, its Nile, are you okay in there? You've been gone for a while."
"Coming" I replied dully. I washed my cut knuckles. Before I left I looked back at to my broken reflection. "No wonder she doesn't like you…"
