Hate is a strange companion. It’s a bright, useful tool — a way to clarify the things you won’t accept. I sharpened mine on the rough edge of his justifications. Hate gave me boundaries. It also made me cruel in ways I didn’t like. There were nights when I reveled in imagining his discomfort, small vindications that felt like candy and left me hollow. I knew that hating him kept me safe in the short term; it stopped me from weakening, from answering his late-night texts with explanations I didn’t owe.
While the characters are not canonically a romantic couple, their intense partnership and subsequent "split" in the series carry heavy emotional weight. nagi hikaru my exboyfriend who i hate make link