The Truth
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"Why do you hate me, Odango?"
He whispers the question as he's afraid of my answer. It's a question I had hoped to never have to hear but I suppose I deserve it. Motoki locked us in this damn supply closet and of course it ended up in a huge fight that led to the two of us sitting as far across from each other as possible. Not that it meant much, our toes still touch, but the silence that fell upon us was practically deafening. All because I let things get out of hand.
I hate you!I I had screamed, pushing him back against the wall. I instantly regretted the words because the look of hurt that crossed his face was a stab in the heart. I didn't mean it, I swear.
"You make fun of my hair," I murmur, twisting the blonde strands between my fingers. "You make me feel stupid with my grades." Tears begin to form at the corners of my eyes and I look down at my knees, wrapping my arms around them. "You're mean to me-even when I'm in a good mood."
"I-"
He tries to say something but I cut him off before he can. "But you're nice when I need you to. And Motoki-oniisan says you're actually a good guy." I take a breath that shakes upon intake and I try to keep myself from actually crying. It's the last thing I need. "I think the only thing I truly hate is that stupid jacket you wear,"
This time he doesn't say anything but I can feel his eyes on me and I wish I knew what he was thinking. Looking up, I meet his gaze. "Mamoru-san, I wish I could hate you. But I can't. And I don't know if I want to."
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A/N: Ahh, this is seriously a drabble. It's so short! But I like it and I hope you guys do as well!
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