I finished checking over my feeds on some social networks I had joined just to lurk, and started to feel a strange curiosity and discomfort when Tousuke returned, making a show of furrowing his brow and sighing through his nostrils. I knew from experience that this was a face he made when he was trying to disguise actual irritation. DzŠƒ•Ǥ‘‡–Š‹‰Šƒ’’‡ǫdz DzŠǡ…ƒ—‰Š–‘ǡ†‹†›‘—ǫ ‘ƒƒ•ƒ„‘—–‹–ǫdz DzŠƒ–‹•‹–ǫdz He took a swig of the Calpis he had bought himself, glancing outside of the windowed booth door. I followed his gaze but saw nothing and no one there. Dzǡƒ›„‡™ƒ•‹•–ƒ‡Ǥdz Dz‘—Ž†„‡Ǥdz Dz‹•–‡Ǥ‰ŠǡŠƒ–‡•‡‡‹‰’‡‘’Ž‡Šƒ˜‡–Šƒ–—…Šˆ—Ǥdz Dz‡ŽŽǡƒ”‡ǯ–›‘—ƒ’‹‡…‡‘ˆ™‘”ǡdz•ƒ”‡†Ǥ But Tousuke shook his head in a joking matter with a, Dz‘ǡ‘Ǥdz He …‘–‹—‡†ǤDz–™‘—Ž†ǯ˜‡„‡‡ˆ‹‡‹ˆ‹–™ƒ•‘”‡—’•–ƒ†‹‰›‘—‰•–—†‡–• such as ourselves or a group of cute girls, but there are two types of ‰ƒ–Š‡”‹‰•ƒ„•‘Ž—–‡Ž›…ƒ‘–•–ƒ†Ǥ‡ǡ…‘—’Ž‡•Ǥdz Dz†–™‘ǫdz Dz‹‰ǡ‘‹•›‰”‘—’•Ǥdz Dz‡ƒǡ‰‡––Šƒ–Ǥdz‘††‡†ǡ–Š‡’‘”–”ƒ‹–‘ˆ—’ƒ”ƒŽŽ‡Ž‡†˜‹”–—‡Ǥ Dz‹‰Š–ǫdz•ƒ‹†‘—•—‡ǡ’‘‹–‹‰„ƒ…ƒ– me for no particular reason. Then, he said something that was incredibly relevant to me. DzŠƒ–Šƒ–‡–Š‡™‘”•–ǡ–Š‘—‰Šǡƒ”‡–Š‘•‡Žƒ‡’‡‘’Ž‡™Š‘™ƒŽ around like they own the whole place, on campus and off. They act like –Š‡›ǯ”‡–Š‡”‡’”‡•‡–ƒ–‹˜‡•‘ˆ‘ur school or something, making a mess everywhere they go. It makes outsiders doubt the character of even —’•–ƒ†‹‰‰—›•Ž‹‡—•Ǥdz Dzǥ‡ƒŠǤdz I nodded in understanding. I understood immediately who it was that Tousuke was regarding with such contempt, these DzŽƒ‡dz…Šƒ”ƒ…–‡”•™Š‘ acted like they owned the place. He was always taking any opportunity he could to badmouth them, after all. Most crucially though, I knew who he meant, because I resented them as well, more than Tousuke, more than even the group leader who had been