1Disclaimers: Hana Yori Dango is the property of Kamio Yoko, etc. Borrowing for entertainment purposes.
Roses are weak
April 10 / We used to be friends, a long time ago
13:30 091006
It came and went; the glance was passing. To be more precise about it; it was she who glanced his line of vision, like the basketball bouncing off the ground in response to the laws of physics. Nothing else would induce him to look willingly at her, as his royal eyeballs would rupture at the noxious sight of her dirty, destitute visage.
That asshole.
She tried to scowl and failed miserably. There was something lodged between her eyebrows, something that prevented the muscles of her forehead from contracting. To think she used to be so good at this, too, returning his arrogant animosity glare for glare, insult for insult. Now, it seemed, with his finally leaving her alone, she was missing the mortal enmity she shared with Domyouji Tsukasa.
You see, without adversity to contend with, Makino Tsukushi wilted just like every other rose.
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