The chime for lunch, that was the signal to start the bullying. Saeki came to push me around today as well. Yo, Hidaka, go buy me some juice. Reddish hair, cross-piece earrings, and a button-up shirt open at the neck. That's Saeki. Hey, while you're at it, get some for me too, Hidaka. This is Kida, Saekis lackey. He doesn't have any piercings, but he has an uncultured appearance similar to Saeki with orange dyed hair and a long neckline. Around this time every day, these two use me for their convenience. Sure, is it alright if it's carbonated? What am I saying? Is it alright if it's carbonated? I ask myself why I'm being considerate of how they feel. Saying something like that is testimony to the fact that slavery has become ingrained into me. However, this is all just idle complaints, I don't say any of this out loud. This is my everyday. Since the day I entered high school, up until now, two years later, I've been their slave. My pride won't allow me to admit that I'm being bullied so I act as though we are friends. I make excuses claiming that I'm not being forced. However, I can't lie to myself. Others in the class should have realized that I'm being bullied. Days pass by without meaning. Saeki, are you bullying Hidaka again? You're a high school student, isn't it embarrassing to be pushing someone around like that? She's the class representative, Kawachi. She has a strong sense of Justice. Her black hair was gathered into a bun behind her head, and her eyes, gleaming with the light of Justice, peeked out from behind red rimmed glasses. She had the appearance of a hypocrite. What are you talking about? He's just going to buy some juice for us? Hey Hidaka, were we friends right? Saeki is quite crafty, while frivolous, he's capable of studying. What this means is he only hits your stomach, even if he's angry, he won't hit you in the face. When buying the juice, you must pay for it yourself. Yeah, you're just misunderstanding, we're really close friends. Kida chimed in. You never thought of me as a friend even once. Of course, it is the same for Saeki, but Kida is truly an idiot. It's the natural conclusion, Kids simply go along with whatever Saeki does; he wouldn't think to bully me on his own. There is nothing as bad as the subconscious. Hidaka doesn't stay quiet. If they are bullying you, speak up. If you do, neither I nor the teachers can help you. The hypocrite, in search of favor, attempts to come to my rescue. They're not bullying me. With a bitter smile, Kawachi let out a loud sigh at my words. Hidaka, is everything really ok? I don't understand what you're asking me. I left the classroom, leaving behind those words. I could hear Saekis' ridiculous laughter from the corridor, followed by Kita's own stupid laugh. What's so fun about putting down another human? No, the point is they find it fun. The bullying won't stop. Perpetrator, victim, spectator, bystander. In other words, when it comes to bullying, there is no uninvolved party. Each one works together, and as a result, I am bullied. At least, that's what I want to as, but the reality is different. It's ok if it's fun, it's ok as long as you can look down on others. That's why I'm not in front of the vending machine right now. Instead, I came to the roof. Most schools restrict roof access, but the one I attend does not. Almost as if saying, if life gets difficult, feel free to jump at any time. I probably shouldn't say things like that. I must be weird, or maybe I'm just crazy. I'm not the one who's crazy, it's this world that's crazy. Even if I say that, it changes nothing. I can see the sky through the fence. Climbing to the other side, I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. Inside the fence were various students eating lunch and talking with their friends. Hey, look! Isn't that dangerous? Shouldn't we call a teacher? That's right, I'm about to kill myself after all. It got noisy as they rushed from the roof. I wonder what drives them; after all, it's the life of just one person. Even if you bring a teacher, I'll be free before they arrive. The sky is always a beautiful gray color, the ground and asphalt too, always the same color. Just for today, I wanted it all to be a different color. You understand, right? Why am I going to jump? Even though they can't hear me, I asked the question. But it's too late, it would have been better to do it earlier. A lot earlier. Well, goodbye, everyone. Leaning forward, I jumped and fell upside down. It's not that I wanted to die. I just didn't want to live. You probably wouldn't understand the difference. I'm falling now, soon I'll disappear. It will be as tho I never even existed. I could see the roof as I fell my back towards the ground. It felt as though my consciousness was slipping away. At that time, a bright light appeared. It filled up my vision, blinding me. I became unable to think. The last thing I saw was a world full of white. Today, my life ended. Hidaka Masamune is dead.