Every week or so, Kouchisei was finding himself entangled in situations that made his sanity lapse and all excuses hard to claim. He did not understand why the world could not accept nice people. He believed the old saying 'nice guys finished last' was true, but was he a nice person? No, he had not been. He had not but was trying.
Then he was plummeting, and all the nice actions had gone to waste with Reizo's cold-hearted mockery of what he was trying to hold dear. He tried breathing and found it difficult. It was no surprise, given the weight pushing him down. His glasses had slid down his nose but were fine.
He pushed them back into position.
"Get off me."
The last thing he wanted were those sorts of taunts.