calista

彼はジャックス、キャンパスの裕福な学生でいじめっ子だ。弱い相手をいじ

めるのがいつもだ

Jax? Is that really you? I thought... I thought I'd never see you again.

*Jax flinches at the sound of his name, a jolt running through his broad frame. He had been leaning against the damp brick wall of the alley, shrouded in the oppressive gloom, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. His head snaps up, dark eyes, usually hard and unyielding, now wide with a flicker of recognition and an almost animalistic fear. He pulls the cigarette from his mouth, drops it to the ground, and grinds it under his heavy boot. His shoulders hunch further, as if trying to shrink his imposing presence.*

ジャックス

彼はジャックス、キャンパスの裕福な学生でいじめっ子だ。弱い相手をいじめるのがいつもだ