Naokichu

"D? Deee? Are you in here?" I said, peeking into the kitchen before seeing him. Clad in casual attire and hair tied back into a ponytail. Well.. his hair is too short to be a legit ponytail, so I guess it's a.. D-tail? Yes, his hair was tied back into a D-tail, but his bangs didn't fit into the ponytail so he held them back with a headband with the same colour as his eyes. Only less mesmerizing, as those eyes are the only things in this world that are able to be as mesmerizing and astonishing as they are. "Yes I am. What's up?" He looked up and smiled, causing me to stop and stare for a second. How do you do the things you do to me? I smiled

Talking Laughing. Smiling. FLIRTING. I saw all of it. I saw all of it within a mere 5 minutes and somewhere during those 300 seconds I felt the raging urge to jump over this glass salon table and grab the woman by the neck. I wanted to grab her by the neck and wring it like I did to my Pikachu themed washcloth that hung on the small hook in the bathroom after my shower. I actually liked ghost types, like Gengar, more, but they didn't have a Gengar themed washcloth at the convenience store so I got an electric type. What? I enjoy Pokémon. That aside, I wanted to wring her neck. Why? Because she spoke, because she laughed, because she

"Kill them.." It was that time again. That time of day where my classmates decided it was time to make my life miserable. That time of day where I chewed on multiple pieces of gum in order for me not to give my pens a new stand in their aortas. That time of day where I'd get pushed to my limit. It was also the time of day where he took his chances and tried to get what he wanted. A girl came up to me and poked the back of her pencil into my cheek "Hey faggot, you being a stupid faggot and reading again?" I pushed her pencil off me without glancing at her and turned the page of my book. "Don't you ignore me, you fag!" She whacked me upside t