Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

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Today is Valentine's Day.

Yuigahama went home last night.

She has things she wants to do.

She said it took a lot of effort and time, but in the end, she knew it would be worth it.

So I went home.

I slept.

I woke up.

Classes are boring as usual.

There are cards, chocolates and confessions.

The perk of being alone in the world means no one will bother you on this kind of vacation.

No one cared enough to hate me, so I was ignored.

Perhaps the real inhumanity in the world is not discrimination, but indifference.People don't care enough about other people, they only care about the appearance of giving chocolates to improve their social status.

It's society's fault that I don't have chocolate today, not mine.

Of course, that doesn't include the obligatory chocolate that Isshiki throws at my head after a while, but it ends up being a caramel-filled chocolate that pops as soon as it hits my ears. will explode.

Other than that, it was another chocolate-free year.It's a string of unbroken perfection so far, unlike The Undertaker's WrestleMania streak.

I don't want chocolate from anyone at this school.

There is no point in sending dessert to a man, especially as an expression of love.Chocolate companies have a horrible publicity machine, although I think they're called public relations or marketing these days.

So, here I am again.

So far, the day has been uneventful.

The door to the service department was unlocked.

Today, it is not empty.

My hands are shaking.

I am excited.Maybe I'm expecting something...or someone.

I opened the door expecting to see a figure by the window flipping a book.

I hope to hear a cold voice speaking to me in that vague and warm way.I hope... I hope...

why should i hope

I walked into the room and looked for Yukinoshita.

Instead, all I saw was Yuigahama.

she is sleeping.

You shouldn't be so vulnerable anymore, you know? What if a pervert comes in and sees you sleeping with your arms folded under your chin? Too many halters around your neck...if that guy is right What if the princess in the Heian period has a crush?

I walked to my seat only to realize that Yuigahama had pulled her chair closer to the table on my side.

Yuigahama was resting next to my seat.The tea has been brewed.The refreshments are set, the cups are set, and the heat is still wafting in the pot, ready to be served at any time.

But those weren't the last things I noticed.

Because there is a heart-shaped chocolate next to Yuigahama's sleeping figure.

It is perfectly carved.Looks sweet and fine workmanship.

This fact confuses me:

Who is that for?

Who did you Bibin receive this from?

No.This is impossible.In Japan, girls don't receive chocolates on Valentine's Day.That means, she must have bought it.

I checked the sides of the chocolate, (trying to) look for a label.

However, there is no label on it.

As beautiful as it is, there are some minor imperfections - imperfections that only add to the overall beauty of the chocolate.

Holy Mother, don't tell me...

This is made by Bibin?

Yuigahama is serious about the man she likes.

So, she solved it.

If anything, that chocolate I saw from her the day before was just a prelude.

Yuigahama was still dozing off.

Did she stay up all night to make this?

Maybe it's a pure and noble heart at work, just like Yuigahama.What she lacks in talent, she makes up for in spirit and energy.She is the sledgehammer, and Yukinoshita is the scalpel.Yukinoshita prefers perfect use of means, while Yuigahama uses overwhelming power.

This chocolate must be too sweet.

I've got chocolate in my hand, and whoever it's for, I bet that person doesn't want it.

Whoever the chocolate was for, he didn't want it.

I said it to myself over and over again.

Start with tiny lies, because if you keep telling yourself they will become truths.

The truth should be that whoever this person is, would not want this chocolate.

That person must hate chocolate.

He must have hated receiving chocolates.

This is not the chocolate that person wants.

Behold, this is an act I abhor.

Whoever this chocolate is for, it’s something I do for myself.

This strange thought echoed throughout my consciousness.

It must be destroyed.

Others don't affect my life.No one will affect my life except myself.

In this regard, my method is superior to Yukinoshita's.

People get what they want and no one suffers.

This is the truth, the fact, the end, the end.

I hold the chocolate above my head.

The chocolate smashed to pieces on the floor.

It shatters into a million tiny pieces.

I suddenly had a feeling of power.

Was this how Moses felt when he parted the sea?

Is this how Jesus felt when he commanded thousands in awe?

I smirked at the broken chocolates scattered on the floor.

I'm a god and I smashed the damn thing that brought pain and suffering.

I am a monster.

"Small, small business?

Yuigahama yawned, it was too long and unnatural.

"Xiaoqi..." Yubihama said softly. "Did you see who did it?"

There was no surprise in her voice, just a hint of sadness.

"No."

"Ok."

She should have understood.

"I must have left it on the edge of the table."

Yuigahama already understood.

"Then, must have been in sleep, I made an inappropriate move and it fell off... and then... aha... like I stayed up late last night Same. I even dozed off in class, but you probably didn't notice because I was in the back..."

Yuigahama has to understand, because Yuigahama is in pain.

That was Yubihama's broken heart.

"I'm happy...I feel like I'm bad...I'm bad...but I'm really happy..." Yuigahama whimpers through his sleeve Say.Her voice was hoarse and paused.Deep breaths and mucus made her voice hoarse. "I'm so happy."

Why she was happy, I don't understand.

"When that time...the letter to Hayato-kun...when I found out it was written by Yukino...I was so happy. It felt like a weight was lifted , you know? All of a sudden, I wasn’t so scared anymore. I felt… I felt… I could do anything at that time.”

Her sleeves fell from her face, her eyes met mine.

It was a wet smile looking at me.

"I'm happy for such a silly thing, it's horrible, isn't it?"

Self-fulfilling prophecies always have some sense of closure.

People like to be in control.

Controlling it all gives people a sense of direction in their painful daily lives.

The world is full of fools who, on purpose or in other blissful ignorance, do everything they can to piss you off.

Self-destruction is a consolation.

If you know you're going to fail, there's no need to worry.Want to get into Tokyo University? Forget it.Accepting that you are a miserable loser who has procrastinated too many times and can't learn to save his life.

So when you stand in the crowd and you can't see your name, you will feel a little satisfied, because you know that you have no possibility to enter Dongda, and you chose not to enter Dongda.You answered all the "B's" in the multiple-choice section and wrote a series of haikus in the free-response section.

For a brief moment, you are the master of a particular part of the universe.

So, when Yuigahama and I stood on top of the broken chocolate, I felt that sense of fulfillment.

Yuigahama looked away, her bangs covering her downcast face.She had a smile on her lips.

"I'm going to give chocolate to someone I like..."

Yuigahama kneels before the ruins of the chocolate disaster.

She chose a small piece, fragile and chipped.It was almost like a jagged black rock.

"Here's someone I like... haha, is that weird? Even me, someone like me, has people I admire, you know?" Yuigahama said with a smile.

I just nodded.

"Haha! You know, Yukino kept telling me to study more...and then, I did. I had to read at least 20 magazines about how to make chocolate," Yuigahama said with a smile.

"I stayed up all night to make this. Ha, I've watched videos over and over again on the Internet, but that's not enough, is it? If only I had Yukino's talent. Maybe by then I'll be I won't be so clumsy anymore..."

Yuigahama was blaming herself.

It's a natural defense mechanism: blame talent instead of hard work.

Everyone thinks they've done their best, but that's not the case.

No matter how hard a rat tries, it will never be allowed into the kitchen.

No matter how much a toy tries to hold its own, eventually, its owner will tire of it.

Life is like a boat, without you, it will always drift gently along the river.