He Was Not a Hero

He Was Not a Hero

"Yahiro-san. Yahiro-san."

My own breathing was terribly irritating.

The taste and smell of stomach acid fouled my mouth, while my ragged breathing needlessly rattled my eardrums.

Perhaps because of that, Takanashi-san's voice seemed strangely far away.

"Calm down. Look at my eyes. Don't look at anything else."

Just when I thought she had placed a hand against my cheek, she forcibly turned my head.

Amethyst-colored eyes were right before me.

"Count to ten along with me. All right?"

"Why...?"...