First things first, I should console my friends.0

Some bastard was trying to destroy my friend group.0

I won’t go down like this.0

I had to skillfully regain control of these cowards who were very scared after receiving threatening emails. Easy. I could do it. 0

As soon as I returned to the classroom, I approached my friend group. “Hey, I know why you guys are doing this, but stop it. We’re friends, aren’t we? Man, I’m sad. If you have something to say to me, just go ahead. I’ll listen. Isn’t that what friends are for? Right?”0

But their reaction was odd. Without any response, they kept glancing at my desk, so I went and checked. There were dozens of crumpled notes in the drawer. Each and every one contained an insult directed at me.0

—LMAO. You really loved it when I said hi to you in the hallway yesterday. Hey! I only did that because I lost at rock-paper-scissors! Don’t delude yourself. T.T 0

Anyone would know this was just a lie. These messages contained nothing but malice and ridicule. I hadn’t been at the teacher’s office for too long, but a mountain of notes had piled up on my desk. 0

“Y-you bastards…”0

“Ha.”0

Someone laughed. I immediately looked straight in the direction the laughter came from, but I couldn’t tell who did it because there were too many students in that spot.0

“Who did this? Who did this to my desk?”0

“W-we didn’t do it,” one of my friends said. “Just a few minutes ago,...0