humaling, semishira.

12 : "can we talk?"

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kenjirou huffed as he crossed his arms across his chest. he was lying down, glaring at the ceiling.

it's been how many hours since his outburst a while ago and the longer he thinks about it, the more he regrets it.

"but still, he sure had
a lot to say for someone
who doesn't know shit."

he stopped glaring at the ceiling and relaxed his face. he closed his eyes and thought more.

"but... i'm sure he
just wanted to be
helpful..."

"it was not helpful
at all, though."

"but what i did was
wrong. i let my emotions
get to me... i'm pretty
sure atsuko got scared."

kenjirou groaned and covered his face using his pillow.

"why am i even getting
worked up over this?
it was clearly his fault
for talking too much."

"oh right, i almost
forgot."

kenjirou took his phone and checked if there were messages from anyone.

"can't believe i spent
hours thinking
about eita."
[same]

"i should stop worrying
about it. what he did
was wrong."

he didn't see any messages from his father, so he turned off his phone and stared at his reflection.

"why did he even
call me? i thought he
wanted me out of the
house."

"or maybe... maybe
eita was right?"

"oh who am i kidding?
i clearly overreacted."

"but he didn't know
anything! why on earth
would he say that when
he doesn't even know
how i truly feel?!"

"okay, it's final. it's his
fault, not mine. i need
to stop worrying."

kenjirou sat up. he didn't want to go down because he knew eita and atsuko were there, waiting for him.

it was almost dinnertime, yet he didn't hear anything from the siblings. 'maybe eita doesn't feel sorry for what he said,' kenjirou thought.

suddenly, he heard his stomach growl. he pouted.

"i'm getting hungry,
though-"