The Reason I Keep Avoiding My Childhood Friend

“Ah!”

Surprised by his sudden action, I looked at Kir.

Kir’s eyes were burning as if he had been offended by something. The loose smile disappeared, and his hard mouth gave a chill. The angelic face that seemed infinitely kind was gone. Now the demon of hell had descended. I shut my mouth in an instinctive sense of danger.

“Who did you slap?”

“No….. How did that happen…”

I tried to explain, but sparks flew in Kir’s eyes, so I closed my mouth again. I realized that Kir was about to explode. It was going to be a headache.

At that moment, Kir shouted something that shocked me.

“I told you not to hit anyone! If you want to hit me, hit me, and I’ll take it all!”

For someone who shouted such words, Kir’s expression was extremely serious. I forcibly held my head and swallowed a sigh. Apparently, my childhood friend’s secret taste hasn’t changed at all.

Even though I was worried, I was relieved that he was still the same Kir. He was still really like the old days.

“I told you not to hit anyone! Who was it this time?”

However, I was only relieved for a while, and soon I had to recall the exhausting feelings. I had forgotten Kir’s secret taste and his corresponding obsession.

“No, that’s…”

“Who the hell did you hit?”

It’s, it’s weird to say it like that!

“Don’t get angry, just listen to me for a second.”

“Who is it! Tell me that first!”

There was a flash in Kir’s eyes as he asked that, like a suspicious husband. He looked like he’ll ask questions about the person, finding it important who I hit. I did run away from that man, so I don’t know what the man’s name is.

“Why can’t you tell me? Who is it!”

Kir’s eyes glowed relentlessly. He was really going to ask questions until I answered. In the end, I got annoyed and cried out.

“I don’t know! I don’t know who it is.”

Why don’t you ask me about the injustice I’ve been through? If I hit someone, you should worry about that situation! Why the hell are you worried about who I hit!

“Did you just hit someone you didn’t know? Why would you hit them? Why on earth are you hitting people like that?”

Kir looked serious and showed signs that he was fed up with me in a different way. I’m going crazy.

When I talk to Kir, sometimes I feel like I’ve become a weird kid who really likes to hit people. I mean, I’m normal! It’s just that I gave it to you according to your secret taste since childhood!

“No. I said I’m not the kind of person who just hits anyone!”

“What do you mean no. How much was I hit by you?”

The guy who was serious a moment ago pats his cheek and raises his lips on a side. I stared at it with my mouth wide open. Kir stared at me, reprimanding.

I was really stumped by Kir’s brazenness. I was not the problem, and you were going to make a fuss to hit you? However, no matter what explanation I gave, he would listen to it with his own filtering. I just swallowed the words. However, I thought he would keep chasing after me and nagging me, so I made an excuse first.

“It was an accident and a mistake.”

“Accident?”

Kir’s eyebrows furrowed sharply. Surprised by Kir’s bloody expression, I reflexively reached out my hand. When I press the narrowed brow, Kir calms down his expression but does not avert my eyes. There seemed to be heat-like warmth in the purple eyes. The serious eyes make me hold my breath for no reason.

“Yes, an accident.”

“So what kind of accident is it?”

The slightly suppressed voice sounded bleak. I just wanted to make myself feel relieved by talking about the absurd thing that happened yesterday. I don’t know why it’s turning into a more difficult situation.

My mouth dried up. I stuck out my tongue, moistened my lip, and continued.

“I went outside to look around and someone picked me up from behind. They were trying to help me.”

Talking about it makes me angry again. I use my appearance as a weapon to act cute and be loved by the person I want, so I want to be cute. But being treated like a child by someone I don’t know is different. Of course, if you look at my appearance, I look like a child, but I’m not really a child.

I am worried that my self-esteem will be lowered due to the stress about my height.