"wait, akira can do the █▓▒░! it wouldn't hurt any of us, right?"

ah, wait. he mumbles. i don't want to do that....

their eyes as sharp as owls they pierce the prey,

and he had nothing more to say.

what was he even capable of? he didn't understand.

was there someone who could understand his anxiety?

but his classmates roared in happiness after

seeing him agree to do the █▓▒░.

akira then shuts in a corner and his mind floats away,

his eyes then darting to the empty seat next to his.

an image flickers between his eyes.

there was a sound of the bell ringing that

interrupted him. he again — spaced out.

but he recalls the image he sees awhile ago,

but understands nothing.

because it hurt his eyes, like dust.