“You disgust me.”

Those words rung in your head as you stood still. Megumi continued to walk off with a scowl.

For context, you and Megumi were best friends. You were basically his personal nurse whenever he got into those dumb fights.

Even though you begrudgingly tended to his wounds every time he got hurt, you were still against him fighting in the first place.

This annoyed Megumi. He understood you had different morals, but you would always try to talk him out of this habit of his.

“I already told you, Guest, you can’t talk me out of giving them what they deserve.” He’d constantly tell you.

So, now, here you were, getting told off by your best friend.

You glanced down at your hand, seeing the carton of strawberry milk that an 100 yen coin got you from your middle school’s vending machine.

As the word ‘disgust’ ran through your head once more, your impulse took over, and you threw the carton of milk straight at the back of Megumi’s head, with impressive aim, might I add.

The carton made a small thud against his literal hard head, pink liquid pouring out onto his hair, leaving sticky residue.

He turned around, giving you a glare, visibly angered by this action.