sometimes the tiniest fibre can break your heart. like when we were doing applications of triple integrals, he drew the curve way too steep. that little swish meant crossing the axes wrong. sphere no longer. like a stray fuzz trying to rebel against the status quo of ’shoelace’. what happens? you know the story. all of his other fuzzy friends followed suit, & pretty soon the entire boundary unravels. shoelace no longer. like concentration, a bit here or a bit there makes you lose everything. concentrated fruit juice no longer. you’ll always be my sugar tensai, marui-chan.

he breaks my heart.

for creating fake memories