I hate you.

Forget trying to understand why I do these things when you can't even understand what I do. You think I'm a selfish bastard. Only doing things for myself. You think I don't care about people. That I only want what's good for myself. That I don't care that people get hurt because of me. That I'm oblivious to it all. When in reality, you make it pretty damn clear to me everyday. Every hour. Every minute. Every second of my life.

Remember when Kuro was hostile? Who's the guy who risked his mental health to stop him? Who's the guy who head butted him to calm him down? Who's the guy who befriended him to save his life? It wasn't you for one. It wasn't the Vatican either. It was me. I did that. You ignore it.

Or what about the time we were attacked in the forest? Who risked their identity to save others lives? Who risked their best friends to save them? Who got put in a bloody prison for being a 'threat'? Again, not you. Go on, call me a demon, call me a threat, call me different. Because I'd rather be different than be called your twin.

At one point you gave me hope, all of you did. You finally acted like my twin, for once. You told me you loved me, I said the same. My heart set ablaze, igniting a flame. Yet, all of it vanished, gone in a flash. My heart burned too bright, it turned to ash. But of course, I was stupid to think that you actually cared. That you actually wanted me as a brother. That you actually wanted me to stay. Good thing I left then. I bet you aren't even crying right now. I bet you're happy that the burden's gone.

I always wonder, what would you do if I left you forever? Would you cry day and night, regretting having never noticed anything? Constantly beating yourself up about why it happened, why I'd left you to face this cruel world of ours alone. Or, more realistically, would you carry on with your daily life, your normal routine? Would you wake up and not even notice me gone? Would you eat breakfast not caring I wasn't there to make it? Would you go to school, happy that I'm not disrupting your teaching. Would you have a happy, peaceful life?

I'm waiting for the day you finally share your feelings with me, your feelings of annoyance and regret. Regret that you let me join the academy. Regret that you let me join your class. Regret that you let me join your life. Whenever I think you really care, when you really love me, you somehow always manage to push me away. It's hurting me...

It's that awkward moment when you think you're important to someone, and you're not.