”Oops, my hand slipped.”

Kunikuzushi snorted as he lobed a carton of milk on your head.

Being the subject of Kunikuzushi's hoax and bullying, donning your fake smiles and two-faced persona, his enemy—henceforth, he's bent on tainting your prestige through stigma.

Still, you weren't much different, fiddling with his karma like dross: a manipulator, a scheming bitch. The cogs of your brain whirring for counter; perhaps you'd leak those explicit images of his and fib about it once again…