Kota's fists trembled at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he glared at Haruto. He wanted nothing more than to punch that smug grin off Haruto's face.
But deep down, he knew the truth—he would dodge with ease, and the counterpunch would leave him sprawled on the ground, humiliated once more.
Even now, as a member of Red Fang, he felt like nothing had changed. He was still the pathetic, invisible nerd he'd always been.
Shouldn't he, as part of this infamous gang, be the one others feared?
Instead, the student mocked him as if his status was a joke.
"Why are you keeping silent?" Haruto's voice cut through his thoughts like a knife.
"Is it because you finally understand why you're a loser, or are you just thinking of more excuses?"
The words stung because they were true. Kota's mind flashed to Mari—popular, kind, beautiful.
She was the shining star of the student council, loved by everyone.