i'm sick of being screwed over

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Surprisingly enough, Kugisaki was able to defeat the special grade within an instant. A nail protruding from the back of its head and in a split second the curse was exorcised. The body seeming to disappear quickly and efficiently. Fushiguro let put a strangle sigh at the sight of their classmate.

His mood drastically changing towards the situation.

"Honestly, thought you were dead, Kugisaki," he voiced out. Gently pushing y/n so she could stand on her own. Her eyes focused on the slightly taller girl. Her heart feeling full. Her soul at ease.

Don't care.
Don't care.

I don't fucking care—

"hUh?! Me?! Dead?! As if, you bricks for brains! Some silly curse won't ever kill me!"

She had crossed her arms over her chest. A proud look on her face as y/n was left speechless.

Yūji is the only one that matters. He's the only one. The only one. The only one.

Stop making me care.

I don't.

I don't care.

I never cared. I was only being nice because—

She felt herself be pulled into a hug. Fushiguro being pushed into one as well as Kugisaki held them, "though ... I did find myself in some rough spots sometimes, and I'm glad to see you both alright too, but ..."

She let them go, "if we don't do anything about this invasion, then all three of us could find ourselves dead."

I ...

Really ...

Don't care.

Go ahead keep telling yourself that.

'your parents can't haunt you forever.'

She found herself smiling.