It was probably around the time he was ten. He brought a transforming pencil case that he got as a gift from his grandfather. He had more than enough toys, but the pencil case he got from his grandfather was special. Just as he was boasting it off to the other kids in class, that kid put her hand out. She was an especially tall girl. She, the leader of the kids who ‘played around’ in class, snatched the pencil case away from him and touched all over it, toying with it. He asked for it back, but that was of no use. She tossed the pencil case in the air for fun, and when she received it, the arm of the robot broke and fell on the floor. A gift he personally got from his grandfather had become distorted into a weird shape. The head had snapped backwards and did not return to its normal place, while the chest, which had a cool symbol on it, had been dented inwards. His pencils and eraser fell out of the pencil case like guts.

“I was just playing a joke. You’re not upset, are you?”

That was what the girl said. He immediately realized that she did it on purpose. Was it because he won the class president election? Or was it because he didn’t go to her party? Or maybe, was it because...