The head of a pin, the tip of a knife

For a brief flash of a moment, Kokichi considered ending the prank there, giggling while running off back to his room. But to what end? To hide beneath his stacks of notes? Disappear into his ocean of theories? How many times could he erase and rewrite the note beside Shuuichi’s picture on the white board before the marker ran out of ink? Before the words ‘trustworthy’ and ‘uncertain’ bleed together in a murky black smear?---A second round of the knife game.