Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate Naoto Hachiouji
since he first stepped into that art club. There are 387.44 million sighs of frustration I have uttered throughout the watching of his anime. If the word 'pathetic' was etched on each and every oxygen atom that left from throat, it would not equal one one-trillionth of the worthlessness I witnessed while watching him be kicked around. For his trembling voice. For his cowardly silence. For his inability to stand when pushed, to speak when mocked, to resist when toyed with. pathetic. pathetic.
