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(Misaki POV)

I gulp at the menacing stares.

"Seijuro..." I whispered. "I don't think they like me."

He shrugged. I hid behind him, avoiding glares.

-Time Skip-

Seijuro and I were heading home when we saw the dark blue guy from earlier waiting at the corner.

We continued walking, closing the distance between us. Seijuro said, "Daiki."

Daiki looked at me in disgust. He suddenly grabbed my collar.

"Wha-?!" I was shocked at his aggressive action.

"You bastard-"

"Daiki, stop." Seijuro interrupted. "She's not who you think she is...now."

I was confused.

Did I know these people?

Daiki let go reluctantly.

"How's she not?" He muttered, glaring at me.

"She's not."

I back away in fear. "Why...Seijuro?"

He wouldn't tell me anything, and just dragged my home.

"Seijuro! Stop ignoring me!" I exclaim.

"Just shut up and remember by yourself." He told me, entering his room.

Remember by yourself, he says.

I walked dejectedly to my own room.

Remember what?

I began to remember the scene that happened moments ago. I shivered.

The look on his face was hurt, kind of...broken. It was also full of hate towards me.

What did I do that I don't remember?

I don't recall losing any memories...nor do I remember meeting them. Yet, they have an indescribable hate towards me that I don't understand.

I fear that I may have to enroll in the same school as one of them.

Maybe I'll just return to America to Taiga.

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