49. Hard
Len's gloved hands slam into the heavy bag in front of him, making it sway back and forth wildly as he batters it. Sweat runs down his face, drenching his clothes, but he doesn't care.
He voices strained noises as he attacks the punching bag. Len lets out all his anger, his frustration, his confusion.
His hands hurt so much, and it's been forever since he's taken a break, but he keeps seeing idiot Kaito Shion's face in his mind, along with the sweet expression of his crush, Rin. He sees the other boy taking hold of Rin's hand, and it fuels his body to keep going.
If only I wasn't such a failure.
His hands connect once more.
If only I wasn't such a coward.
Len knows he'll have raw knuckles after this.
If only it wasn't so hard to confess.
He sees the glinting, intentioned gaze of the bluenette toward Rin, and he releases a cry of anguish, slamming both fists into the bag at once.
If only…
Len drops to the ground, panting. He frowns at the cement under him.
If only I had it in me to even talk to her.
Why is it… so hard…?!