Soul for a Girlfriend?

Naoto's POV

"Huh!?" His tone was disrespectful enough to make me lose my cool. I was looking at him with pure contempt in my eyes, which I knew he could tell because by now even I can tell that he was quite a perceptive person.

Still staring at me, he asked, "Tell me straight up why you faked your injury?"

A moment of silence lasted between us, with none of us uttering a single. The awkwardness was increasing as I broke it, "Just to get me to say that you would do anything?"

Letting go of my hand, he chuckled and said, "Technically, I did nothing bad… Aoi was scared because you screamed bloody murder on her."

He was saying that as if he wasn't the person who pretended to throw a fucking rock at a little cat. Of course, that would scare anyone in their right mind, which he definitely wasn't. 

"And who was the reason for that!?" I said in a sarcastic tone as I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh of irritation.

He stared at me for a few seconds before replying blatantly, "Not me."

He was definitely testing my patience, as I was not in the peace of mind to continue my usual calm composure. Clenching my jaws, I yelled, "Yes sir, it was you!"

"Oya, Oya, Senpai… now tell me? Why did you something so lame and stupid? Are you stupid?" Shaking his head from left to right, he added, "Why am I even asking? Of course you're."

"Hey!" I glared at him, and said, "Why should I even tell you about it in the first place? Who do you think you are? Huh?"

Running his hands through thick black hair, he sighed and said, "Well… you do understand that your stupidity is bringing trouble to other people as well to yourself?"

He is saying that as if I don't already know how my actions are affecting others around me. I was aware of everything. He doesn't need to announce them like this. After a slight pause, he again asked, "Why did you do something so impulsive?"

"You loved Kendo, right?" He added, looking at me with eyes, which seemed quite different from what my dad gave me last. I had a conversation about this with him.

I know I'm a piece of trash. I know that I'm not the right person to be the club president, but I still feel a small love for Kendo somewhere in my heart. I wanted to leave this, but at the same time, I wanted to embrace it. I didn't want to do it but at the same time I wanted to achieve many things.

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" I yelled at him,as he kept repeating the same question. Looking at him with irritated eyes, I added, "Don't talk like you know me… you don't know shit!"

His eyes wandered around for a bit as again a brief moment of silence rushed between us. Shifting his eyes at me, he let out a sigh and said, "Of course… all I know is that you're a terrible person who would do anything to satisfy their needs."

I'm a terrible person? But everyone loves me. Even though I was a terrible person? Why do people treat trash like me with so much care? I never wanted this love. I never wanted this attention. I was okay with myself and my kendo.

When did everything become so tainted? When did I become so tainted?

What seemed like a bit of thinking, he added, "You know what… you're no different from me." 

He thinks I'm the same as him? From which perspective? He was a fucking crazy person. I was completely fine from that angle. And the way he was talking pissed me off because he has no right to tell me what I'm or not.

"This is why I hate all this. I hate this!" I muttered under my breath but he heard it as he instantly replied with a sharp, "Yes? What do you hate? You being incompetent enough that you can't control your life? Is that the thing you hate?"

I wasn't incompetent. I just didn't enjoy doing anything at that moment. I just had no motivation to do anything. That doesn't mean that I was incompetent. He was giving me a headache as I clicked my tongue and said, "Can you…"

But he cut me off as he finished his sentence, "Or you hate the fact that you know how rotten you are? Which one?"

As those words left his mouth, something inside me was shaken to its core. My heart felt heavy, and it felt like for a moment the ground below me wasn't there. I was falling in an endless pit.

I stepped back, as I realised that there was no point in continuing this conversation with him. As I turned around, he said, "Go on… keep putting on the act of a sprained ankle for whatever reason you did!"

I turned my neck halfway towards him and stared at him, "I… don't…"

"Be a liability for the whole club… feel free to do so!" He added in a disgusted tone, which actually hurt me a lot. And before I could even realize, I found tears rolling down my cheeks and my vision became blurry.

I just kept staring blankly at him as he walked past me without saying a word. He didn't even look at me for a moment. A person who didn't even know me properly just said things which hurt me because I knew that he was correct.

I knew that I was just a liability for the club. Even though I was president, instead of leading the club, I just let everything ruin into a mess. I was nothing but a menace to myself and the surrounding people.

And what concerned me even more was that I knew them myself, but I needed a stranger's validation to make me realise these things. It's not like I didn't want to change, it's just that somehow I stopped caring about everything.

What was fucking wrong with me?