"Fine then, let's break up."

"Wh"

Until then, Hanabi had been sneering at me, with her arms folded confidently. After that, I noticed her mouth twitching.

I guess she truly did believe with every ounce of her soul that I never resist her.

Seeing her so shocked, it was really cute. A nice change of pace.

In terms of the girls at our school, there is no one that can compete with her in terms of elegance. She is number one.

Her pupils are wide and sparkling, her lips are really well-defined, fine and dainty eyebrows rest on her face and her porcelain skin lacks any acne. Her beautiful hair rests at shoulder length, she has slim proportions and most importantly, she has big t.i.ts.

She's the definition of an attention grabber, being able to pull in so many eyes to her. She really does exude such brilliant beauty...

Guys will always turn their heads to gaze at her whenever they pa.s.s her down the hall. For every guy, Hanabi is the definition of perfection, their personal Aphrodite. At least in terms of outward appearances...

For me, Hanabi Kisaragi is my younger childhood friend and I know all too well what lies behind her looks.

"What the h.e.l.l? Do you even f.u.c.king understand what you're spewing? Break up? Don't make me laugh, you think you have the b.a.l.l.s to do that?"

See, look how disgusting she is underneath. An abusive b.i.t.c.h to the bitter end.

"It's the truth, why the f.u.c.k would I lie?"

How long have I endured these verbal abusings? I won't put up with it anymore.

If I were to apologize and let this become water under the bridge, Hanabi will be in a bad mood, but before long, things will settle down.

I've always bawled after her hara.s.sments. Even so, I endured. For as long as I could remember, I was the punching bag to Hanabi's insults In middle school, when we started to hang out more, things changed.

Changed for the worse.

And yet, why do I continue to let myself be a punching bag? Every single d.a.m.n day, she would grind my dignity and trap me under the weight of my worthlessness. I basically had no free will.

Victims of abuse can develop Stockholm Syndrome, being unable to escape their confines, whether physical or mental. But I'm not truly confined by Hanabi. Even so, her constant barrage of abusive words chain me down and confine my heart. Well then, I finally started resisting against these chains. The reason?

The acc.u.mulation of stress caused me to be hospitalized due to gastrointestinal problems. And that's when I finally realized:

Staying with Hanabi any longer will literally kill me.

When I entered the hospital, she told me, with a wicked smile on her face,

"Who gave you permission to go to the hospital? And for gastrointestinal problems no less? What a f.u.c.king loser. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man."

With that, her a.s.sault of words has only just begun. Useless, loser, failure of a boyfriend, Isn't it so nice of me that I'm breaking up with you?

Everyday, I'm drowned in the torrent of insults, it makes me numb with anxiety. Those words strike me into a state of strange silence. And yet, I resist.

"Do you even understand your position right now? Did you think that going out with me, your social standing will go up? How pathetic. Open your eyes senpai, you're not even close to being as popular as me."

"You know what, you're right. There really isn't any reason I should go out with you Hanabi."

"He-"

"Well, that's good then. You're now free from your useless boyfriend. You can do what you want now, this relations.h.i.+p is over. "

I wave my hands like I'm shooing away a fly, and yet Hanabi still does not move from her position by the infirmary bed. For f.u.c.k's sake...

With a sigh, I grab her by the arm and shove her out the door.

"H-hey, what the f.u.c.k do you think you're doing? Let go of me, I haven't finished yet."

"Oh, but I have. If I even have to look at your face anymore, I think I'll puke."

"Heh, so now it's okay for you to insult me."

"Get lost. You're nothing but a stranger to me."

"Wait, Sen-"

Despite her yelling, I push her away and manage to get her out into the hallway. With that, I quickly slam the infirmary door shut.

It feels so peaceful now. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief At long last, I have attained freedom, no longer weighed down by that b.i.t.c.h. My relations.h.i.+p with her is over. And thus, I have reached the end.

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Author's Notes:

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Translator's Notes:

Thanks for reading this work and reading through my translation. Full credits go to the author for writing this and I am excited to share this work with Non-j.a.panese readers. This is my first translation so please bear with me as I iron out all the kinks. Don't expect daily updates, though the j.a.panese version is only at 17 chapters for now. So the t.i.tle won't be long each time, I am considering using a shorthand of the j.a.panese t.i.tle "OsaZetsuen" from now on. Anyways, stay safe. Peace!