Izumi stared at his phone screen with anger. His slender arms seemed to want to crush the phone in his hands.
"WHY IS IT LIKE THIS?!"
The scream was heard from the toilet cubicle. It's just that no one was there. The empty cubicles were silent, the sound of the cubicle door creaking could be heard.
A fierce face as if wanting to kill someone was displayed in the bathroom mirror. With a quick movement, he splashed cold water on his face, trying to calm his anger.
Izumi stared at his face in the mirror that was difficult to control. There was no longer a bright smile, a friendly innocent and smooth face. All there was was a fierce face, full of hatred and dislike.
Everything that was reflected changed 180° from his daily life. Like tearing off the mask that had been hidden tightly. There was no longer the title of innocent child, angel, kind child, and so on.
