Are we . . . the “bad guys?”
“Damn it! Why do you keep worrying about Kuji!”
-Enta Jinai to Kazuki Yasaka, Sarazanmai, Episode 7
Enta Jinai is a disaster, both relatable and familiar.
Himari Takakura’s first brush with divinity came years before she met Sanetoshi in the library.
Forgive me, for I am about to blaspheme (a bit).
“It was for survival. Longer than anyone.”
-Mom Isabella, The Promised Neverland, Episode 12
A few days before my high school graduation it struck me. I was staring out of our front bay window past the dying spider plant that hung on the right side looking towards the cloudy sky and thinking of nothing in particular.
It was the morning after a lock-in party that my school organized for the senior class as part of our senior week. I had been up all night. The day was empty with no classes, no senior activities, no preparation work, and no parties. My college had already been decided upon months ago and I had already attended pre-orientation where I had registered for classes in the coming fall.
I had nothing to do but catch up on sleep lost from staying up for over 24 hours, yet I had crossed a particular overtired threshold that looped back into being wide awake. In that moment, the day ahead seem to stretch out endlessly. School life, especially in junior high and high school, is regimented and organized. Without that order, I came to the realization that I would never have it again.
My high school life was over.