"am I good enough...?"

The blue-haired idiot said, he already knew the answer. No matter how much he tried, he was never good enough. No matter what he did for us, or for me, no one likes him. Not really. he is just the stranger, The "it" in the group, the scaredy-cat here, and scaredy-cats can't never be good enough. we can even get rid of him if we want to.

"Of course not, you silly!"

I said with a smile on my face and patting his head, Even if I was disgusted by the idea of having to touch such filth.

And as expected, he just looks down, perhaps disappointed in himself, seeing that ending someone else's life wasn't worth it, seeing his clothes stained with blood wasn't worth it. That his presence here is worthless, that he is worthless.

This is an ordinary saturday, a typical, ordinary saturday for our little denny.