Interlude 2
As soon as I got home after parting with Kurusu-kun, I dove onto my bed still in my uniform.
Exhaustion seeped into my body and mind.
The modeling work, my first in ages, must have hit me hard.
“…”
But that’s not all.
“I wanted to get swept up by Nightmare one more time.”
I knew. I knew from the start.
We hadn’t had any contact since starting high school. I avoided him because I didn’t want to face my past.
Yet now, I’m conveniently using him.
I’m that kind of awful person.
So this is only natural.
—But I’m way more upset than I expected that Kurusu-kun is looking at Nightmare, not me.
“…It can’t be helped. The current me is boring.”
My muttered words dripped with self-deprecation.
I’ve never once wanted to go back to my old self.
I could never do something that embarrassing again.
But to the world, the boring Nanaya Nagi is far less captivating than Nightmare of Calamity.
And the one who understood and brought out that charm the most was Kurusu-kun.
That’s why I can’t win. The current me can never beat the old me.
“…”
I must be having a rare experience right now.
Jealousy—of myself.
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