There's someone next door whom I absolutely hate. He's the "other people's kid" my parents are always going on about.
He's always been the object of my fear. To my parents, he's a perfect straight-A student who does nothing but work through stacks of practice tests day and night.
I hate hearing my parents talk about him like that. We've been neighbors since we were little, so I know perfectly well how awful he is.
When I was still in kindergarten, he stole my candy and shamelessly yanked my little pigtails. Whenever I tattled on him to my parents, he'd put on an innocent, pure-hearted face and sweet-talk them. In the end, I was always the one who got scolded.
How can someone be so awful!
I've been living in the shadow of Fushimi the Great Demon King for as long as I can remember.
And I still remember growing up with the kid from next door always being held up as the example.
