The Reason I Keep Avoiding My Childhood Friend

It was a leisurely afternoon under the warm sunshine.
Kir laid stretched out, with his chin resting on his arm.
It was tea time.

The light breeze gently brushed Kir’s hair.
When our eyes met, he gave me a raw grin.

It was a beautiful scene.
Bright blonde hair, as if spun out of fine threads of gold, and purple eyes that accentuated his charm.

What would have happened if he hadn’t been blessed with such good looks?

That angelic appearance, which somehow covered up his wicked personality, was praised a lot.
And it seems to have become even more refined in the past year.

But you mustn’t be fooled by that face.
You never know when his evil nature will make an appearance again.

His name is Kir.
And he is rotten to his core.

Still, seeing that smile of his, it seemed like he was in a good mood.
Perhaps it’s because it’s been a while since he last attended a tea time.

I really envy his soft hair fluttering in the wind.
Unable to resist, I reached out to stroke Kir’s hair.

His eyes followed my hand, but he didn’t stop me.
Oh, lucky!

He’d often let me do this when we were younger, but from some point on, it just stopped.
Since it’d been such a long time since I’d last had this opportunity, I kept stroking.

It was as soft as silk.
It would’ve been great if Kir’s personality was just as soft as his hair and that angelic appearance.
Then he would be the most attractive guy in the world.

Ah, thinking of charming men reminds me of that driver I met yesterday.
And the absurd incident that followed.

This is something you have to share with a friend to feel better.

“You know, I think I have a bit of a special ability.”

“What kind of ability?”

He asked in a bored voice, as if he wasn’t particularly interested, and was only listening for my sake.

It’s surprising how, even with his young age, he could still mask his tone and behavior with boredom.
I’m scared of how dangerous he could grow up to be in just a few years.

I continued stroking his hair, and hoped he would stay at least this nice.

“The ability to seduce people by slapping them, perhaps?”

I said mysteriously, since it’s doubtful that it can truly be considered an ability.
I was about to explain in more detail when Kir suddenly grabbed my wrist, stopping me from playing with his hair.

“Ah!”

My eyes whipped to Kir, surprised by his sudden behavior, wondering how I’d offended him.
His eyes were burning like an eagle’s.
The easy smile was gone, and his mouth had turned stiff and cold.

His angelic face disappeared, and a devil from hell seemed to take its place.

I shut up instinctively, sensing the dangerous atmosphere.

“Who did you slap?”

“N-no… what happened was…”

I started to explain, but immediately stopped when I noticed the fire of rage engulfing Kir’s eyes.
I realized that he was on t