Normal.
What the fuck is normal?
And what is abnormal for that matter?
Am I normal?
Why am I normal?
Why?
WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY?
I don't want to... I don't want to be normal!
And that's all they say...
Normal.
Normal.
Fucking normal.
Normal!
NORMALNORMALNORMALNORMALNORMALNORMAL!
SHUT UP!
Shit! Why am I so normal?
And because they said it...
I can't confess my feelings to her...
Tomobe... You...
You are such a bitch!
I'm normal, so fucking what?
Why don't you want someone plain and normal?
Being normal is fine, you little whore!
Besides, you don't even know...
If you actually gave me a fucking chance to know you... to be with you...
Your fucking dense head would realize I'm not actually normal!
I can't be normal!
I wouldn't be thinking of this if I was normal, you cunt!
What would a normal person think?
"Darn, I should start pursuing someone else?"
No, that's stupid.
What the hell?
What would a normal person do?
What would a normal person think?
What is a normal person?
I don't even fucking know anymore!
Do you want me to be outwardly weird?
Do you want me to be an asswipe or a fucking dick?
How about a pervert or a thief?
I can do that.
I could BE those things, you insensitive hussy.
Is being weird as shit like Kasuga or Nakamura really attractive to you?
Is that what you fucking want?
Wait...
Nakamura's bow... it's on her table...
She's weird...
She made Kasuga weird...
It's always on her...
And it's right between her breasts...
Sure, it's covered with her clothes but...
It probably smells like-
No! I shouldn't...
If Tomobe finds out...
I'll just be a disgusting pervert...
... But if she finds out...
Then she'll know that I'm not normal...
What do you want, Tomobe?
Do you want me to be normal?
Abnormal?
Some monstrosity in between?
She said I was too plain, too boring...
If I do something like this, I'll be less normal.
And besides... Nakamura is not normal...
Nakamura is not normal...
Nakamura is not...
Woah... It smells... so... amazi-
GAHHH!
Nakamura... she's here...
She just saw me...
She saw me smell her... her scent...
What the fuck is going to happen to-
Wait... what the hell?
She's... okay with me smelling her bow?
And now she wants me to tell her how it smells...
I...
What?
WHAT?
What the hell is wrong with her?
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Did I just tell a girl that her clothes smell "good?"
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with-
Uh...
What is she doing?
A sharpie marker...
Uwahh...
She's... she's drawing on me...
And just like that, she left with a smile...
What did she draw?
She didn't draw... She was writing something...
She wrote on my shirt "perverted bastard."
No...
But why do I feel... good?
That's a terrible thing to have on my shirt.
I know it won't come off.
But... is this me?
Why don't I feel shame walking around with this?
Am I just a perverted bastard?
But...
Somehow...
It feels... right.
It feels good.
I don't think I'm normal anymore...
I don't think I have a chance in hell with Tomobe, but who fucking cares?
Not me!
Who cares about the scum who thinks they know who I am solely on how I look and act?
I have thoughts.
I have tendencies.
I'm deranged!
Nakamura showed me...
She showed me that I'm not normal after all...
I'm not normal.
I'm not normal...
I'm truly not normal.
Unless...
Unless everyone else has this side...