Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

I hate myself.

'Cause you do, don't you?

It looks bushy and doesn't have a handle on it.

I don't like exercising, and I can't study that much.

I wouldn't even say houses are poor, but the economic situation is slightly below average.

Now I'm not having any special sexuality enough to say I like myself.

Especially my appearance.

I hate this to death.

Blue and white skin.

A galloping, lean body.

If you look in the mirror, what you see in return is a face like a dead man with thin cheeks and vain eyes.

Poorly aligned teeth with inconsistent teeth if you open your mouth.

In it, if only canine teeth do it, they assert themselves.

Its look like a zombie and its nickname given because of its longer dog teeth is a vampire.

Boys made fun of me since I was in elementary school, and I became seriously smoked in middle school.

Trivial harassment started the bullying.

A pussy whispered by listening.

One at a time is tolerable. They also, if stacked, hunt people down.

In my case, that turned into anger.

I'm like this, why are those people who have a decent appearance like that?

I get angry at the inequality I was born with and I get angry and jealous at the people who bully me into shielding it.

The dos black emotions accumulated like starches in my heart.

So it was inevitable that the incident happened.

I guess the group that's been bullying me, from them, didn't even mean to bully me like this.

I'll just do it because it's funny.

That's all, light feelings.

We don't know how much that's hurting people in person.

When it came back to me, they didn't understand it until they found out about it after all.

The trigger was only caused by minor bullying, as usual.

I think he was thrown a rag in his face during cleaning time, or something like that.

What accumulated in me bounced at that moment.

I call myself a vampire, just like they hoped, and I bit him.

I don't really remember the rest of that.

The boy, bitten by me, went to the hospital and went to school the next day with a bandage around his shoulder.

If I took one wrong step, they would have cut the artery and died.

Fortunately, there seemed to be nothing where I bit, and it didn't hurt me badly.

I was called individually by my teacher.

The teacher's attitude at that time was not even an attempt to hide his disgust, as if touching the swelling.

There were no penalties for me in that situation either.

As for the school side, I don't think I wanted any scandal to spread, the victim attacked the perpetrator backwards after the bullying.

Nor did the man bitten by me make any particular noise.

Or I'm not familiar with what happened after that.

I did not go to Heijin High School after this because I had already decided to go to Heijin High School at this time and also met the points for graduation.

I really don't think so, but the school side didn't say anything to me either.

And I didn't even attend the graduation ceremony and graduated from middle school.

Let's start over from high school.

Yes, I had decided to, but reality isn't that sweet.

My personality that I've cultivated by then has just changed the environment, and it doesn't quite change me.

Still a despicable personality I hate.

The appearance remains the same.

The only story that can make a busy person beautiful with effort or something is in two dimensions.

Or was there a basement where I could just be clean?

In my case, I couldn't want that no matter how hard I tried.

That's what plastic surgery has to do.

The girls around me grow and get dirty, whereas I look like a zombie unchanged.

I also knew they called me Real Horror Child in the shadows, or Rihoko for short.

I tried not to care because I was more modest than I was in middle school, but still there was something boiling down in the back of my mind.

It is the young leaf princess who gives my heart the most.

Like me, she seldom tries to communicate with others.

Even so, I get the opposite rating from all around me.

The difference is the difference in appearance.

Some girls didn't seem to like it, and they were rambling all over jealousy.

Whenever I saw that, I didn't like it when they seemed to be showing me the mirror.

Am I as ugly as the others?

I know the answer.

Not only do I look, but the contents are ugly.

But there's nothing you can do.

So, what was I supposed to do?

If you had a good face, would you have had a different life?

That's like my life was a mistake from the moment I was born.

The contents are ugly because they look ugly.

Because it looks ugly, there is an environment that makes the contents ugly.

I don't care how he looks, what a guy to say, he's just a hypocrite.

That's the conclusion I made.

I want to be reborn.

Now look decent.

You don't have to be beautiful.

At the very least, I want to look human.

I never thought such a reality escape would materialize.

I am hypotensive and vulnerable in the morning.

I often can't stay awake the first hour of school class.

Even that day I couldn't support my sloppy body and was stuck at my desk.

A voice reading Dr. Okazaki's ancient texts sounds like a lullaby.

Unlike in middle school, Okazaki-sensei is a good person who also looks to me.

Listening to that voice, I let go of consciousness.

The next time I woke up, it was a ceiling I didn't know about.

It's not a school classroom.

It's not even the infirmary.

I fell from anemia and visited the infirmary a few times, but it's not like the ceiling there either.

I tried to get my body up and look around to see where this place is, and I couldn't do that.

I don't move as my body thinks.

I have no power at all.

In a situation where I didn't know what was going on, I had something to jump into my sight.

Hands.

Little little, hand.

It's like baby stuff.

I was confused.