Blue eyes
Betray weakness
Behind superiority
Perceived perfection
Lie a weak man
Plagued by inferiority.
Realize the truth.
What is worse than being looked down upon?
When the lowest of the low supersede you.
Source: me.
"We are not equals. Not now, never will."
"I'm glad you realized your value, Hikigaya-kun."
"No. You realized your value."
"Farewell then."
Raise a hand
Wave off
One must respect
Enemies
Hold in high regard
The greater the rival
The greater the glory
When conquered.
Orange skies
Prelude to darkness
Light
Before the storm
Winter closes in
Cold frost
Slowly creeping in
Beautiful crystallizations
Behind the black ice
Memories
Of a certain ice queen.
Presence of warmth
Reminders
Heat of atumn
Announce the radiance
Ice and fire
Latter sets my world ablaze
Build up from the ashes
Something potential
Genuine constructions
With a dear friend.
There is no perfection.
There is only choice.
Choose which lie to believe in.
Even so, there is no choice.
End is nigh.
"Hachi. I'm surprised you asked me out to here."
"Well. About that..."
Her eyes widen
Emerald green
Golden hair
Powerful contrast
Better.
From a thin paper bag
Produce deep blue
A humble jacket
Backed by
Superstitious belief.
They say it is not so much about the gift.
More on the intentions behind it.
Disregard the brass rule.
If so, then this is prelude to a grim revelation.
Gifts work wonders to mitigate a volatile reaction.
"Oh Hachio! Thank you."
"Tut-tut. What did we talk about regarding that nickname."
"Oi! Hachio! Give that to me!"
Sigh. Fire will always be fire.
"I figured you'd like it."
"Gee thanks. You really like blue?"
"Perhaps."
"I guess you're pretty blue, it'd make sense."
"Cheap pun."
"Hmph! Well whatever. It fits, I think I'll keep it."
"You think?"
Such a smile
A new type
No longer menacing
Replace killer instincts
With warm gratitude
Quite beautiful.
"Stop staring. Hikkimo."
"Oi. None of that nicknames."
"You seem pensive. What's up?"
"Now that you've mentioned it. Don't you think it'd be good to re-establish relationships with your clique? Ebina-san, the fools."
"They're not fools!"
A little punch followed by a giggle never hurt.
"What made you think that?"
"Well, I was wondering maybe-"
"You want to be friends?!"
"No no. You have it all wr-"
"Oh Hachiman!"
Raise the white flag. Lost battle.
"Well come think of it, you are right."
"Of course."
"Mou, Hachi. You can't keep acting so condescending if you really want friends."
"Whatever."
"Say... what about Hayato?"
"Don't ask me. It's between you two."
"Advice?"
"From a seventeen year old? Not good."
"But it's you, Hachi."
"You make me sound like an old man."
"Maybe you are."
"Oh fine. What do you think? Still love him?"
"Don't mock me!"
"I'm not. Anyways, if you do like him, not like I can do anything to stop you."
"Are you jealous?"
"Hell no. Last thing I want is to be baited by some pretty boy."
"If Hayato didn't exist, I'd probably choose you."
"Is that a compliment or a provocation?"
"Take a good guess."
If this woman didn't exist, I'd be peacefully reclining in a chair.
Sweet cup of tea.
Two beautiful women and a book.
"Hachi..."
Those eyes
By now
Such language
Can be translated
Women
Possesive tendencies
Pulling an ear close
Death whispers.
"Who's on your mind?"
"N-nothing of interest."
"Are two women not interesting?"
"I-I can't lie. Quite satisfactory I say."
"Hachi!"
Killer smile
To bright smirk
And chilling frown.
"Choose wisely."
Not so simple.
One cannot
Apply criteria
Of choosing by quality
Especially with women
Given the unpredictability
And accompanying costs.
New women, new expenses.
Thus, prime reason for monogamy.
"What do you mean prime reason?"
"You were saying?"
"Hachio. I can hear you from a mile away."
"Highly unlikely."
"Oh whatever."