Chapter 36 – Ogawa Keisotsu’s Hatred ③

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done!?”

“………”

“One wrong move and this kind of problematic behavior could lead to suspension!”

“I’m sorry… I’m reflecting on my actions.”

In the staff room during lunch break, Ogawa’s homeroom teacher was hurling angry shouts at Ogawa. Veins popped on the teacher’s forehead. Ogawa bowed his head right in front of him.

The angry voice echoed through the surroundings and showered him head-on. Ogawa kept his head down and wore an unconvinced and bitter scowl.

(Shit, why the hell do I have to be the one getting yelled at…?)

The reason he had been called to the staff room was that he had used violence against a female classmate on his way to school that morning.

Even if he hadn’t actually struck her with punches or kicks, pulling a woman’s hair in the middle of the street was bound to become a problem. Moreover, there were eyewitness testimonies from other students in the same class. He couldn’t even talk his way out of it.

In the mind of the person in question, his actions were not unjustified. He showed zero signs of remorse.

(That bitch is the one who picked a fight first, isn’t she? If she didn’t want to get tangled up, she should have just ignored me.)

Ogawa harbored immense dissatisfaction at the current situation. He was the only one being one-sidedly lectured.

In the first place, the reason he caused such a commotion was because the other girl hurled abuse at him. This incompetent teacher acting all high and mighty right in front of him wouldn’t lend an ear to his side of the story. The teacher just one-sidedly decided that Ogawa was entirely at fault and spouted his lecture based on that premise.

The reason he had come to be treated coldly even by his homeroom teacher was simple. Ever since the classroom dispute with his childhood friend Ichizu-san and Kamiji-kun who took her side, Ogawa’s true and two-faced nature had become widely known. His reputation had plummeted to rock bottom among his classmates and with his homeroom teacher as well.

“Hey, are you listening properly?”

“Yes…”

(Shut up, die, you pig!)

While groveling with his mouth, he was spewing venom at his homeroom teacher in his heart. He thought about why he had fallen into such an absurdly unfair position.

(Why am I the only one going through this…?)

While he was being endlessly nagged like this, the guys in his class were probably having a blast talking behind his back. He couldn’t forget the expression of the victimized girl. It practically said “Serves you right” when he was called out by the teacher and left the classroom. He also couldn’t forget the sneers of his classmates.

What irritated him more than anything else was the childhood friend who had betrayed him, Ichizu-san, and the man she had switched over to, Kamiji Shinta.

From the moment that man protected Ichizu-san and viewed him with hostility, he had started rolling down this downward slope.

“In the first place, a guy like you is~~~”

Completely uncaring about his inner thoughts overflowing with anger and frustration, the homeroom teacher’s nagging still showed no signs of ending. In response to this pointlessly long lecture composed of the same repeated phrases, Ogawa let out a click of his tongue.

(Ah, so annoying. How long does he plan to keep dragging this out? At this rate, lunch break is going to be over.)

He had muttered his swelling dissatisfaction inside his mind. It seemed the tongue click had slipped out.

Instantly, the homeroom teacher’s face dyed with absolute fury. The lecture he was already sick of hearing was repeated right from the very beginning.

After that, Ogawa was finally released right as lunch break was ending.

On top of that, he was ordered to stay behind after school to submit a written apology. This left him with even less of a place to belong in the classroom.

With this incident, Ogawa’s mental state was finally approaching its limit. Before he realized it, the anger he harbored was steadily escalating into murderous intent.

Once after school arrived, he ran his pen across the apology essay in an empty classroom. He continued to spill curses from his mouth.

“I won’t forgive… I won’t forgive them… I’ll never forgive a single one of them…”

He wrote words of reflection he didn’t mean a single bit onto the manuscript paper with bloodshot eyes. His mind was busy fantasizing about taking revenge on the people oppressing him.

The homeroom teacher who didn’t listen to his side of the story at all and offered zero sympathy. The classmates who openly treated him like a nuisance and sent him scornful glares. Kamiji Shinta, the guy who swooped in and stole his childhood friend. Above all else, the woman who betrayed him, Arai Ichizu.

He couldn’t help but hate everyone in this school. More than anyone else, Ichizu, the one he had spent the most time with, was the greatest target of Ogawa’s hatred.

“Ichizu, if you hadn’t betrayed me in the first place, things would have never turned out like this.”

Misplaced resentment didn’t even begin to cover it.

To begin with, Ogawa was the one who committed betrayal first. He had degraded the girl who had always supported him as ugly. To top it off, he had cut ties with her himself. Despite that, the moment she successfully dieted and became beautiful, he had completely flipped his attitude. In response to that, Ichizu had merely made a completely justified argument.

This selfish man with a rotten core refused to admit his faults. No, he didn’t even realize them. That was exactly why the twisted finish line he arrived at was unjustified resentment.

“I’ll definitely make you taste it too, Ichizu. Several times, no, dozens of times the suffering and despair that I’ve been put through…”

Before he knew it, he had snapped the pen he was holding in half. The manuscript paper on the desk was torn to shreds. Looking at the mangled remains of the pen and paper, Ogawa laughed wickedly.

“I’ll rip you to shreds just like this. Both your body… and your mind…”