The weather is nice.
The blue gives off a warm feeling.
A feeling that things will get better from now on.
That the disasters that plagued human life might actually be over.
Hehe.
I wish the nice weather would just end and we could go back to desperately trying to survive.
I wonder if Mr. Yakuza at the front thinks the same as I do.
I mean, the weather is very suitable once after a very long time.
It's not completely unreasonable for it to cause him to pause in his lesson and admire the scenery.
I turned my gaze away from the window and to the dashing young man teaching at the front of the classroom.
He didn't look like he was going to look outside the window anytime soon.
His gaze was directed to the students who had their heads on their desks.
He subconsciously frowned but continued on with his teaching without caring too much about it.
Though his gaze did linger on all the students who had their heads down.
From my seat at the corner, which gave me a good view of the whole class, I could see 40% of the students with their heads on the desk—subject to that gaze.
Those who were seated beside their friends were tapped as a sense of courtesy to the teacher.
The response was a light groan and nothing else.
The friends of those with their heads down just shrugged and got back to the game they were playing on their phones under the desk.
I turned away from them before we could cross eyes.
I wouldn't dare to take the chance of that happening.
My deskmate beside me also had his head down, and my gaze stayed a bit longer on him.
I wasn't going to take the chance of waking him up, but as a symbolic gesture to the effort of Mr. Yakuza, I had to at least look at him for a second longer.
He seemed uncomfortable, but what can I do?
He was always uncomfortable with having to sit beside me after losing a bet with the top dog in class.
Of course, that frustration was directed at me for the most part.
Haa… should I just end him too? Then the problem would be solved for the both of us.
Anyway, Mr. Yakuza doesn't seem to care too much about this side due to my presence.
He continued his lesson on Language without any hesitation.
He sure is a relentless man.
I mean, he was already in an awkward position once I was placed in his classroom.
He must be the least in status compared to the other teachers.
But he didn't make any more moves and continued teaching like everything was normal.
If not for the displeasure on his face when his gaze lands here, I would have thought he had no feelings concerning me.
But I admire that trait.
Relentless, even though you're in a bad position.
I mean, he was ostracized by the other teachers.
And I exist.
Both of us are in very bad phases of our life.
The difference is that his life is still a hundred times better than I could imagine even on his worst days.
Should I just end him and become a teacher?
Why, therefore, am I still alive?
Why do I feel the cool breeze from the window?
Come to think of it—something smells bad.
Kind of like rotten eggs.
Why do I feel the air in my lungs?
Though the air doesn't seem that fresh compared to when I was little.
Maybe it's all the natural disasters and there was a contamination or something.
Why do I feel my long hair brushing against my eyelashes?
Why do I feel the clothes that brush against my skin?
Speaking of… my deskmate seemed to have developed a new form of skin disease.
There were dark spots on his skin in patches.
And he seemed mostly uncomfortable.
Though he was always uncomfortable with the fact that he was placed beside me.
That was a symbol of the lowest status in class.
Of course, I wasn't even part of the hierarchy.
Should I end him and solve the issue for the both of us?
I don't want to create a situation where I would just end up being targeted again, like this morning.
In fact, this morning could be considered an objective reason as to why I'm still alive right now.
So it began when I woke up this morning.
I was expecting some funky weather again.
But the skies were gray.
Just gray clouds in the sky.
I thought it was the best weather I'd seen in a long time.
Obviously not compared to right now.
I even hummed a tune for a second to celebrate.
It's only in my dorm room that I have the sliver of comfort to go about the day.
After all, I was the only one sleeping here.
On account of the fact that my roommates deemed it disgusting to have to share the same room with me.
They took one look at me and managed to smell the difference between us.
I was happy about it, and honestly, I really can't blame them for it.
Should I end them so that the room would be completely mine?
I went through the motions of taking a shower and wearing my uniform.
I took my breakfast, which was a free biscuit handed out to refugees, developed by the leading laboratory studying the natural disasters.
All that mattered was that it was free, and free means I can afford it.
After that, I left the room, locking it with a single turn of the key.
There was no need to have two turns because there was no need to be extra careful.
After all, there wasn't anyone who… had a room as bad as mine.
Hmm, was I about to say something else?
It isn't a lie that I was given the worst room, which was practically a storage for my other roommates.
There was no need for a second click because no one would reduce themselves to stealing from a storage.
So why did it feel wrong?
I must be imagining it.
I walked to drop off the room/storage key when I heard the sound of someone falling along the way.
I turned to the sound and saw a familiar face collapsed on the ground.
He was one of the few people who actually tried to bully me at school instead of ignoring me in disgust.
He collapsed face first on the ground and was carried away soon after by his shocked friends.
It seemed that it was unexpected.
I noticed something on his skin.
Hmm, is that a stain on his uniform, or is it a black spot like the one on my deskmate?
I was focused on trying to identify it when someone bumped into me, which resulted in me falling on the floor.
I hissed in pain as I landed on one of my bruises.
"How dare you touch me." He sounded angry and disgusted.
In present time, my eyes flickered as I felt that there seems to be something wrong with that sentence.
It oddly sounds like something he wouldn't say.
That seems absurd to me, because there's no way that I would know what he usually says.
He was a student, and I don't dare to relate to the other students.
But that sense of wrongness was still there.
It feels like this isn't how it's supposed to go.
Well, it's not like I would be able to figure it out anyway.
Besides, this is probably my mind diverting me from the main purpose.
I seem to have gone off track.
Stupid, stupid.
The next thing that happened was that his hand was raised in my direction.
"I'm sorry." I was on my knees with my head down.
Please don't do anything.
Please just end it here.
Please can you die so that this situation would end.
Slam!
I kowtowed by slamming my head on the cool cement floor.
In the process I realized that he had a tiny dark spot on his ankle at the front, just above his shoe.
"I have better things to do." He snorted and ran past me.
Is that it?
The interaction felt milder than I thought.
But he was gone, so that means this should be the end.
He must have been rushing to meet the collapsed bully.
They seem close, considering they both have dark spots on their body at almost the same time.
Well, it's good for me, so I can't complain.
Wait… why do I keep feeling like I've been lucky all morning?
Usually I'm meant to have hit a roadblock by now, but it's been smooth sailing.
Then the bell rang and I hurried to class.
I did meet a few obstructions on the way, because there were a few people collapsing in the corridor.
I had to dodge the student who had passed out and observed they all had black spots on their body.
I even almost touched a student due to slipping on the water leaking from the girls' bathroom, but I balanced myself in time to avoid the student falling in my direction.
The only person who actually made it to class without collapsing was a plump boy walking ahead of me.
He was alone and was also avoiding the students, but he was more intentional about it than I was.
Like he didn't want to come into close contact with them at all.
What a hardworking kid.
There was no one else in class when I entered, as usual.
I sat on my seat and put my head down.
I raised it up at some point when I heard someone hit a desk.
It turned out to be my shunned deskmate who came early to class.
But he was walking weird, and he didn't seem to be okay.
Speaking of, maybe I should check how many spots he has before he collapses.
I snapped out of my thoughts and turned my eyes to my deskmate—only to meet the sight of a mouth wide open.
Ahhh!
I screamed as my deskmate pounced on me and his teeth sank harshly into my neck.
I saw him lift his face, covered in black spots and teeth dripping blood, with eyes red.
Then my vision became blurry and I was growing unconscious.
I couldn't even struggle before I died painfully.
How pathetic of me to finally achieve this without doing anything to attain it.
I really am a…
Finally, it's all ending.
Hehe.
Hahaha.
Haha.
Hehe.
It's all coming to an end.
...
The weather is nice, I thought.