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Where did those people get the idea that Len Tsukimori was a giving person? He was selfish—proven by his little but obvious acts of jealousy towards objects he found so dear to him being somehow taken away. Let's take them up one by one, shall we? Because after all, things that flawed Len were more interesting than what we all know he perpetually had.
His Violin. Now, people from the music department who knew him better than most people regarded Len's instrument as 'the only lady in his life' and other similar names mostly because it was irrefutable that Len spent majority of his day with her and refused anybody else—leading to questions about Len's masculinity; Len, didn't it mind what others thought, though. He believed in himself—and yes, he probably had narcissism issues because of that confidence of his. But either way, Len knew that it was important to achieve what he's always longed for; his violin may be his only companion on the road to get it.
The Spotlight. Ah, yes; Len absolutely loved the spotlight. Though it may not have been obvious because of his quiet nature and almost introvert personality (if it wasn't for him being rude and brash when people which he regarded as strangers went up to talk to him, that is). If he didn't love the spotlight, wouldn't he had stopped persevering in order to gain the recognition he has always wanted? He wanted fame; slowly but surely, he was getting it.
But above all, what Len really loved (at this very moment, at least) were Kahoko's homemade cookies—they were simply heaven and mouthwatering; the overall feeling of delight that went through him with every bite wasn't (and he believed could never be) at par with anything else he had ever eaten. Heck, it could not even match the whole spark in his body when he and Kahoko played Ave Maria for the first time—and with that you know it's really something big. Kahoko would come bring them some day every week; lucky for Len, he would be able to get a lot during their happy picnics on the rooftop.
What was the big deal this time? Well, to put it into simpler terms, Hihara-senpai got the last cookie. After the bell had rung, Kahoko walked calmly into the familiar music department since people there were accustomed to it already; Hihara-senpai came jumping in at the sight of his crush and took one of her not-so infamous cookies—which was actually the last one. And knowing that Len can go berserk over the simplest things that would make him jealous, he decided to get mad and ignore the redhead, leaving her with no one to eat with at the rooftop. It was not exactly nice, but Len thought of no other thing to do—how could he when all that kept passing through his mind was the thought of having no cookies.
Weird, he knows; it was like reaching for something then having it pulled away. But in any case, his attitude would not change; he would still forever be that selfish ice cube known as Len Tsukimori. And he knew that next week, he would be getting the last cookie.
