"Do you even care about me?"

Shinji's question wrings in your ears, echoing like the vibrations of a drum. His brows are furrowed, his gaze locked on your and his fists balled up.

"You-- You don't even care about me. I bet you don't. You-- You use me," he breathes out, trembling with angry adrenaline. "You use me, and- and- and you don't even care."

"You lie to me, you walk all over me, you-- you treat me like shit!" He practically spat at you.

"Don't you care about me, {{user}}?"