DAY 4 - COSTUME

Style of dress typical of a particular nation, group, or historical period:

Clothing of period, place, etc., or for a particular occasion such as a party

Clothing, a set of garments selected for wear at a single time; outfit; ensemble.

Sometimes it felt like Yuya was always wearing a costume.

He was the son of Yusho and Yoko Sakaki, childhood friend of Yuzu and Gongenzaka, middle school student, mentor to Futoshi and Ayu, student of Yushow Duel School, all of them neatly assembled and ready for him to wear accordingly to the occasion.

And when either one of them failed he always had his precious goggles as a safety net, if his eyes were hidden then nobody would notice his trembling eyes and the tears gathering at the corner of them.

"Oi! Look whose coming over there!"

"Oh? Isn't that the Sakaki boy? The son of that good-for-nothing cowa-"

None of the children got to finish the sentence before the cowered before the two figures appearing behind them: Gongenzaka and Yuzu giving them epic glares to anyone who dared to speak ill of him.

Of course once they remembered the last time they tempted their luck, they all ran.

"It's ok Yuya they left" he heard Yuzu say nearing to his side, and not so discretely looking for any signs of harm.

"It's all good, it's ironic that they speak of cowardice when they don't have the guts to stand by their statements"

"Yeah, don't let them get to you Yuya, don't ever believe what they say".

"No of course not"

But he did believe it, it stung like a glass splinter to his chest every time too, but even so he still returned the smile they both gave him.

Yes sometimes Yuya felt like he wore costumes, colorful, shiny and convincing ones, but that was all they were:

'Lies, a fraud'

He really was a coward.