“So he called you out on your bullshit, I don’t see the problem”. Have I mentioned that I hate Sakura Hoshino? I haven’t?.
Well, I hate Sakura. I really do.
“I mean he didn’t even disturb you for the rest of the day, you’re just bitching at this point”.
Imagine her audacity. Considering the fact that this whole thing started because she kept forcing nuclear waste down my throat, she should be begging me for forgiveness and promising me her firstborn or something.
But no, it’s all — “Why run at the entrance anyway, what are you? Some regretful bride?”.
The thought of Aronohai Miyamura chasing me like some kind of misunderstood husband has me shivering violently. I forbid such!.
As I wrap my blankets tighter around myself, I glare hotly at Sakura. Pick your friends wisely, or you’
