SuNNY-ShO-ShUN 黒潮

~Titan Attack~

Wrath, a sin many carry without knowing how threatening their anger can be, as the sun rays adorned upon Shun's apartment, a titan awakened.

Shota woke up shocked to find Sumire next to him; the harm was done, the boy did not want this; it was not her he loved. He clung to the sheets around him and sunk his head into his knees as he hugged himself.

"Shota."

The girl stretched out her hand to the boy, who turned away to face the wall.

"Go away, get out," he said, disorientated and confused. The only thing Shota desired was to be alone.

"Shota, what's wrong?" Sumire said as she got dressed in a hurry and ran to the boy's side, where she cupped his face in her hands.

"Shota nandé?"

"Get out, leave me," the boy said, shoving the girl who tilted backward.

Stunned by his reaction Shota got up to fall on his knees in front of the girl, "gomenasai, hontoni gomen nasai, it was a mistake. I'm sorry, I'll never touch you again; I'm sorry," he cried as he bowed before the Sumiré.

"A mistake? A mistake, you say?"

"I didn't mean to, I wasn't myself, I'm sorry," said Shota, who advanced on his knees to grab the girl's ankle.

"Sorry," Sumiré could not contain the cocktail of tears of frustration and humiliation.

How could she be so naive?

She felt used and dirty now that the boy was throwing her away like kleenex?

"Let go of me," Sumire yelled.

Shota did as asked and went to crawl into a corner of his room.

The girl did not recognize the boy who appeared to be someone else; it was a frightening sight for someone unaware of his pathology.

What Asano Sumiré saw was a young man with whom she spent the night rejecting her in the rudest and oddest of manners, but for the person who controlled Shun's body, it was a living nightmare, one of the worst scenarios ever.

Shun was gone leaving him to clean the aftermath of his reckless actions.

What stressed him now was the stare of disgust in Sumire's eyes. Even she did not seem like herself, Asano appeared like an empty doll as she turned and walked out of the boy's room, trailing her handbag on his floor.

Once the door of his apartment slammed, Shota cried.

Why had Shun done this to him?

He refused to be the one to pay; for once, he wanted to sleep and hide in Shun's mind, but Shun locked him out.

Asano Sumire wasn't the same girl as when she entered the boy's building; she had given too much to Shota now she despised herself.

"Sorry, you said? You're not sorry yet, Matsumoto Shota," the girl said as she went home.

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The weekend gave Shota time to console himself, but for the first time, he dreaded stepping into class and facing her.

Sunny.

She sat in her seat, as usual, turning to see him enter. Her face was radiant, how he missed her.

And then he turned his head to meet Asano's scorching gaze of hatred, which no one saw as she distributed plastic smiles to those around her.

The class began, and Shota could not tear his gaze from Sunny. He needed to talk to her before someone else did.