Edited: 29/01/17
The Hachiman Hikigaya that I knew was a person who liked to be left alone. He was a guy who tried to avoid any type of confusion and sentimental attachment that could result from interaction with other people. I thought that even when I was young, I had always used my intimidating appearance and family background to keep everyone away, but it turned out that this was a lie.
Just recently, I started noticing the small inconsistencies in my memories and personality. I tried to deny it, ignore the facts, but I started to notice the small details and differences. One that I noticed recently was that despite trying to avoid people like Hiratsuka and Totsuka, I craved their attention. I wanted to be accepted and have someone by my side, but that wasn't the present 'me'. I was a loner by choice, an outcast and so, I was fine living on my own.
I thought that I had always used my 'bully' tactics to avoid a real confrontation with people, but once again I discovered that I was wrong. I finally understood that my annoyance and hate towards people like the Yukinoshita's sisters, Hayama and Hiratsuka was simply because their existence made my blood boil, in another words, we similar in some aspects and that made me confront them.
Thinking back on the previous encounters that I had with these people, I finally understood that every time that we clashed, I had enjoyed it. Maybe this was just me being a rebellious brat, like Hiratsuka usually said or perhaps it was my stupid pride.
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What the hell is going on?
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I had no idea of what was happening to me, but after finding that photo and confirming with Haruka that something wasn't right, my mind went blank and I just wanted to know the truth, no matter what.
After that lovely talk with Hiratsuka, which resulted in me seeing her acting really fragile and insecure in tears, I started to feel like crap and I immediately started to regret some of my actions - many of them in fact and this made me conclude that no matter how different I was in the past, I had always been a rotten person.
Deciding that it would be a good idea to avoid any interaction with Hiratsuka and my two classmates, I stayed in the living room. As soon as everyone left, the twins joined me, sitting down in front of me with expressions that clearly showed how uneasy they were feeling.
Some time had passed since our guests had left the house and the three of us were still silent, not knowing how to break the awkward tension that my bad mood created. I was thankful for this little moment because it helped me calm down a little bit.
Just like before, Haruki was the first person to break the silence, "So, are we still going to have that serious talk, Bocchan?"
I nodded with a serious expression and Haruki sighed and said, "...I understand, Bocchan, but you have to understand that there are things that I might not be able to share with you now. We still don't know how you'll react and we'd never forgive ourselves for putting you in danger again."
"I get it... I'll make the questions and you two decide if it's safe or not to share the information with me." With a tone that clearly showed how annoyed I was, I proposed this terms, which the twins gladly accepted.
Just before I could blurt out the first thing I had on my mind, Haruki spoke again, "Bocchan, do you mind if I ask you something?" I grunted in irritation, but I let him continue anyways, "What happened with Shi- w-with Hiratsuka? She seemed really upset when she left."
Once again, I noticed that Haruki seemed really attached to my teacher. Well, it definitely was true that all of us had met in the past, but it seemed like my right-hand man had some special feelings for that woman.
"We had a little argument." Not wanting to prolong this drama, I confessed immediately and showed them the photo that I used to confront Hiratsuka.
Haruka eyes went wide and she made an expression which showed that she had a pretty good idea about what happened. Unfortunately, her brother was a little bit dense, "Ohh, this photograph is really old! This was the first time that we met Hiratsuka and the three of us were some of the instructors appointed to take care of you kids during that summer trip. Ahh, good memories."
Haruka sighed deeply and when she noticed the nostalgic grin on her brother's face, she slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Haruki you're still an inconsiderate idiot. This isn't the time to remember the time that you wasted flirting with that Gorilla! Don't you see that Master figured out that she has been lying to him and forcing him to change to his old self?"
Haruki finally stopped smiling after realizing the seriousness of this situation. His sister looked at me and gave me an apologetic look and I almost felt like accepting her marriage proposal. At least someone understood how I was feeling.
"It's just like Haruka said, I found out about her on my own at the worst time possible and I said some bad stuff that she probably didn't deserve to hear. Anyways, seeing that we are already talking about Hiratsuka, what can you tell me about her? To be honest, I can't remember anything about her." Or you two... That was what I wanted to say, but I decided against it. I did know some stuff about them, but they were fairly recent memories from the time I spent here at this house, just before moving out with Komachi.
"Well, while I hate that woman, I think that it would be better if you talk with her directly, Master." Surprisingly, Haruka was the one speaking this time and once again she showed how considerate she was, "I can tell you that she was a problematic teenager when we all met, but you guys were able to bring out her motherly side and slowly, she became a better person. I don't know what happened between you two here tonight, but have a seriously talk with her, Master... She might be a Gorilla, but I'm sure that she has her reasons."
"...Yeah, I'll have to talk with her later, because I went too far." Haruka honest and serious words of advice made me understood that I had to stop acting like a spoiled brat and have a seriously talk with Hiratsuka. She smiled after hearing my words and once again the three of us were in an awkward silence that made start realizing that my head was full of doubt and unanswered questions.
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Who am I?
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What happened?
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Why can't I remember anything?
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"D-Do I have amnesia or something?" Trying to calm myself and be rational about all of this, I ended up choosing to clarify the question that could probably connect all the dots.
Haruki sighed and I noticed that he didn't want to talk about this matter, but he didn't avoid the question, "Uh, that's a hard question, Bocchan... To be honest with you, not even the doctors diagnosed any type of memory loss caused after that, but soon after, some of us started to notice your small changes and I think that you have some kind of rare amnesia condition-"
Before he could continue with his nonsense talk, Haruka interrupted him, "Let me explain, Master. At first, no one was able to identify your problem mainly because you still remembered faces, names, basic stuff that made us think that everything was alright with you. However, everything about you started to change, especially your personality, but we thought that it was just a normal thing to happen due to the trauma you went through and we ended up ignoring the situation."
Haruka made a small pause to breathe and she continued, "Slowly, it was clear to us that you couldn't remember who you really were and your memories prior to the accident were gone. The only thing that remained the same was your relationship with Komachi-sama, but that was probably because she was always the closest person to you. We figured out that you created false memories about your past and while making some tests, the hospital detected that you were suffering from psychogenic amnesia."
My brain was about to explode after hearing the huge amount of information that Haruka had just dumped on me. I wasn't really a guy who understood scientific stuff with ease, but I knew that Haruka meant to say that I had lost most of my memories that occurred before the trauma. Apart from repressing my memories, it seemed like I had also created false memories that allowed me to escape reality.
I put my hand over my forehead, trying to recall any type of information that might let me remember what happened, but nothing came out. My mind was like a desert and I couldn't remember anything. "What happened?"
I said those words out loud and this made the twins freeze in anticipation. I sensed that this was a fragile topic and I knew that they were trying to find a way to avoid this question.
"I-I, w-we can't tell you exactly what happened, B-Bocchan. I'm so sorry." Haruki said in an apologetic tone.
"...Why not? Just tell me something, anything is fine." I insisted.
Haruki looked at his sister and he noticed the determined look in her eyes. Before he could stop her, she spoke, "We can't tell you anything specific, because the last time that we forced you to face the truth you had a huge panic attack that made you start avoid us and eventually it turned to hate. Master, you didn't want to accept the facts and we didn't know what to do anymore. The medics told us that your memory wouldn't be recovered from simply being told about your past and this could even worsen your situation, so we gave up on trying to bring back the 'old Master', hoping that one day you would notice that something was wrong."
I laughed sarcastically, not wanting to believe everything that I was hearing. I knew that everything that these two were saying wasn't a lie, but for me none of this made sense. This made me feel like I was trapped in a psychological anime series and I was afraid that I would eventually go mad and start having hallucinations and inner dialogues in my subconscious with a younger Hachiman with white hair that that tells me not to erase him. [1]
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Is this really happening?
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"I don't believe it." My thoughts escaped my mouth and I softly murmured those words and unfortunately, it seemed like the twins had heard it.
"I'm sorry Master, but we're telling you the truth." Haruka said with her usual stoic expression.
Haruki was still silent and I knew that he was trying not to say something reckless. "What happened?" I asked them another serious question and both of them froze in shock, "If you're that worried, don't tell me the details. Shorten it to twenty words or less." [2]
Haruka was about to speak when her brother stopped her, "No, let me be the one speaking, Haruka... You're too blunt and you might tell Bocchan unnecessary information."
The black haired aide glared at her brother and she said with an irritated tone, "You've no right to say that to me, brother. You're denser than a harem protagonist and you have no sense of delicacy. Let me talk instead."
Despite being nervous and somewhat confused, I had to hold the urge that I had to laugh out loud, because this situation was too funny. Anyways, I understood that Haruka had a soft spot for me and this was probably her way of showing how worried she was.
"I'm sorry, but you can't do it. Anyways, I already thought of a vague way to explain what caused your loss of memory, Bocchan." He looked at me as if asking for permission to continue and I nodded, "You were kidnapped and held hostage for a week, Bocchan. The trauma caused by this made you develop this problem."
I was astonished by what I had just heard and this seemed like an unreal situation that would only happen on TV dramas. I closed my eyes and tried to make some sense of the information I had gathered.
My personality and the few memories that I thought I had were false and it looked like I was a totally different person in the past. Apparently, I wasn't a victim of bullying nor a social outcast and from what I understood, I was a pretty popular guy who had a bunch of good people around me - the twins, Totsuka and even Hiratsuka.
I sighed in desperation and I held my head with my palms. I was starting to feel awkward, my head was killing me and I had this sense of déjà vu running through my body. I wanted to remember everything, I wanted to know what happened. I closed my eyes and I tried to remember anything, any minor detail, but some seconds passed and I couldn't remember a single thing.
Then, when I was about to give up on finding the truth, my body froze and I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I started to panic and that was because in my head I had remembered something really bad.
It happened so fast, that I couldn't really tell exactly what I had seen. I started to feel nauseous and I felt the urge to start screaming in despair. Even though I was still conscious, my body wasn't responding and I lost all the strength of my arms and I had no longer something to support to my aching head. Following the domino effect, I lost all control of my body and I ended up falling backwards, hitting the tatami floor like a dead corpse.
My eyes were closed, but I could sense and hear the twins screaming my name as they joined my side a carefully picked up my body, "Master!" "What's wrong, Bocchan?"
"I hate heroes. Let's see for how long you'll be able to keep that defiant look." Another voice said, but this was a phrase that I had remembered along with the image that I saw previously. I had finally remembered something, but I was now starting to regret it.
The little flashback felt very real for me, almost as if I was still stuck in that scene. I saw myself tied up to a wooden chair with a cloth over my mouth. I was inside a small room and I was facing a strong white light. Unlike the cliché stories told by near death survivors, that light didn't mean salvation for me. This wasn't the light at the end of the tunnel that made me realize that I had surpassed all the difficulties thrown at me by this cruel world, no, this light meant the start of something terrifying for me.
After some time, I regained my senses and I slowly opened my eyes to notice that my head was lying on the lap of someone. I looked up and saw this woman with black hair, smiling at me with some tears on her eyes while muttering something that I couldn't understand.
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Why is she crying?
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What happened?
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"I'm so glad, Master." The beautiful woman said with great affection, while caressing my head softly just like a mother would do. Maybe I should feel embarrassed and reject this kind of development, but I was so comfortable that I wouldn't even dare to move an inch. When was the last time I had felt like this?
I was sure that this woman wasn't my mother, but it felt like I had a really close bond with her. Finally waking up from my numb state, I knew that I was lying on Haruna's lap and I remembered that I had passed out after remembering that.
"Brother! Master is awake!" Haruka shouted loudly which made me flinch a bit.
Some seconds after, Haruki came running through the sliding door with phone on his hand, "Is he okay? I'm calling an ambulance."
"...I-I'm f-fine..." I managed to utter those words weakly. I didn't want to be sent again to the hospital - at this point I was sure that I developed phobia to that thing.
The twins traded some glances, but Haruki eventually dropped the phone on the table and took a seat next to us, "How are you feeling, Bocchan?" He asked gently.
"Like shit." I answered in a somewhat annoyed tone, but it was the truth.
"Are you sure really okay, Bocchan? I think that it would be a better idea to take you to the hospital." Haruki insisted and I only glared at him in response. He understood the message and gave up on his idea with a sigh.
I was about to fall asleep just from being petted like a lazy cat, but then I asked in curiosity, "I had a panic attack?"
Haruka's hand stopped caressing my head and she moved away my bangs, while saying, "Yes, Master... This probably happened because of our conversation."
In her eyes, I could see a glint of sadness and guilt and her brother was probably feeling the same. He wasn't looking at me and his hand was shaking. "It's not your fault." I said those words trying to comfort them. "...When I was abducted, was I tortured?"
I started to hear Haruka sobbing softly as she let out some tears that fell on my face. She quickly tried to regain her composure, but to no avail. Haruki looked at me with a serious expression and said, "Yes, that week was a living hell for a young kid like you, Bocchan... No one deserves that, but that's enough for today, we won't talk about this anymore."
His fierce tone made it clear that he had no intention of continuing this conversation and to be honest, I didn't want to know any more details. "...The person who did this... Is he arrested?"
Haruki looked away, clearly showing that he wanted to keep his word, but his sister answered me, "Unfortunately, no, Master. There were some suspects, but no one was found guilty and the crime is still unsolved…"
Haruki traded a warning glare with his sister and she immediately stopped talking about the matter. I ended up laughing weakly in a somewhat ironic way, because this all seemed like a lie and I was feeling like this was all just a bad dream.
"The old 'me'... Tell me how I was, before losing my memories." I said with some hesitation, but I really wanted to learn more about myself.
Haruki smiled a bit and said, "You were a really different person, Bocchan, but we can't blame you for changing. You were a really outgoing kid, a generous and humorous person who hated boredom - you were always seeking some type of adventure. You weren't so cold and closed to the world like nowadays, you were a very charismatic person that managed to be the center of the attention with your genuine and passionate personality."
Wait, what the hell is he saying? That sure didn't sound like Hachiman Hikigaya, the sad loner, but it made sense considering the image that Komachi had about me. "No way..." Those words escaped my mouth and I made it clear that I didn't believe a word he said.
Any of this made sense, this wasn't 'me' and I was sure that this person that he was talking about was already dead. How is it possible? I thought to myself as I started to notice that the person that Haruki described was a lot similar to the image of our great Hayama, the king of my high school. Don't tell me that I was a riajuu in the past...
Haruka let out a cute giggle and said, "It's true, Master, you were exactly like that, but my brother is only mentioning your good traits."
Haruki froze and he looked away with a blush, "Shut it, Haruka! I was just trying to cheer up our Bocchan."
I didn't know why, but I was enjoying this conversation so, I said with a small smile, "Haruka, tell me more, please."
She smiled at me and continued to speak happily, "It's true that you were always a kind-hearted person who was very cheerful, but once you were angered, you were a different person, exactly like your grandpa, Master. Your pride and stubbornness always made you a very confrontational person, creating trouble every now and then. Being a smart kid, you were very sarcastic towards life and that made you a somewhat arrogant person. You were very independent, always trying to do everything on your own way, not accepting help from others and I think that was mainly because you never fully trusted anyone."
Haruka made a small pause to think about more of my personality traits and at the same time, I noticed that she had an expression that showed how much she was enjoying talking about this. I finally understood that I had indeed enjoyed every time that I had a dispute with others. I knew that I was prideful, but I thought that my objective was always to keep others away. Apparently, I had been wrong this whole time and I noticed that I had lost track of my real identity - I wanted to be left alone, but all my actions made me stand out even more and maybe that was what I really wanted. I still couldn't believe what the twins were telling me, but I had to say that now that Haruka was pointing out my flaws, I had to agree that this sounded more like me.
Regaining her train of thought, Haruka continued blabbering about my supposed personality, "Hmm, you were also self-centered, lazy and very dramatic. The old 'you' was always very honest and straightforward, which was good and bad. And-"
Haruki coughed loudly and glared at his sister that was now smiling weirdly at me with that with a creepy expression. After hearing so much bad stuff about me, I noticed that I was starting to get irritated and that was probably why she was enjoying this so much.
"Let's stop this conversation, it must be awkward for Bocchan to hear all this weird stuff about him." Finally the dense man realized that I was getting pissed off and decided to change the subject, "Do you want to look at some of your old photos from middle school, Bocchan?"
Feeling a little better and not wanting to arouse the perverted woman next to me, I took a sit normally and nodded to Haruki's proposal – I was really curious to learn more stuff about my past. My right-hand man immediately rose up and exited the room in a hurry.
Seconds after, he returned to the living room with two picture frames and showed them to me, "These are probably some of the last good memories that you made, Bocchan."
Despite of his description, when I looked at the photos I felt nothing good. No happiness or nostalgia, only confusion and a tinge of sadness. I took a closer look at the first 'good memory' and I noticed that the said photo was taken outside of a classroom, which was identified as the 'student council'.
Including me, there were two other people on the photo and we were all wearing a weird red armband on the left arm, "Uh, wait, I was part of the student council?" I asked in a high pitched tone.
The twins nodded and Haruki decided to explain, "You were the vice-president for two years and those two were some of your friends, Bocchan."
This was surely some amazing news, Hachiman the loner and the most awkward and lazy person was actually part of the student council and it seemed like it was true that I had some friends in the past. The old 'me' had his arms over the shoulders of the two other council members and he was smirking with a carefree expression - this guy wasn't me, or so I thought.
Taking a closer look, I tried to identify my old middle school 'buddies' and to my right there was a tall boy with a short and wavy dark hair, which was wearing the school's outfit in a neat and proper manner - if I was the vice-president, this guy had to be the one in charge. He seemed really mature and smart and a very serious person too. As expected, I didn't knew who he was and looking at his stiffened expression, I couldn't say if we were close or not.
On my left side there was this smaller girl with a curly hairstyle and somehow I felt like I remembered something about this person, a faint memory that marked the rest of my middle school days, but once again my head was like a desert. Looking at her brown eyes beaming with excitement and her cute smile I ended up concluding that this photo must had been modified, because there was no way the Hachiman Hikigaya could get along with someone like her - unless I was a popular in the past, which seemed to be true.
"I-I, why did I join the council?" I murmured softly, but unfortunately Haruka was too close to me and she heard it.
She smiled briefly and said, "Well, you were the type of person who liked to help others and I think that you joined the student council to prove your grandpa that you were a responsible person with good leadership skills."
"Yes, that's right, Bocchan! At that time the old man kept scolding you for being too lazy and carefree and to prove him wrong you decided to show him that you were also very responsible and mature when needed." Haruki added some detail to this mystery of why I would do such a troublesome thing.
Apparently, it was true that in the past I was really prideful and it seemed like I was also living a happy life – my reality was now shaken, because the image that I had about myself, the outcast since young age, someone who had to scare others away to protect himself, was all fake. My life was a lie and almost a tragedy. I was just hoping that unlike what happened to that kid with glasses, fate wouldn't take away my blonde violinist. [3]
Taking a look at the other picture frame that Haruki brought to the table, I almost choked on my own spit and regretted immediately my previous inner thought, "W-Who the heck is this girl?"
In this photo, which was taken in a tennis court, I was being hugged by a blonde girl and the two of us were holding a golden trophy with happy smiles on our faces. The said girl had a short haircut and she was wearing a sporty outfit and I was pretty sure that I could guess who she was. That fierce gaze, that blonde hair and well-toned body... This girl, no way...
Haruka was avoiding looking at me, but I knew that she was really irritated by something, perhaps even jealous. Haruki laughed out loud and said, "Bocchan, you see, you were always a heart-breaker and that girl was really close to you. What was her name? I think you called her Mia or something sweet like that and that photo was taken on the day that she won a regional championship. You two were always together during middle school, but eventually she moved away…"
"Tch, don't say that brother, that woman wasn't anything special to our Master..." Her tone of voice was really cold and she kept glaring intensely at the photo in irritation and now I knew that she was definitely jealous.
I tried to ignore the fuming woman and asked her in curiosity, "Do you know her name, Haruka?" I was almost sure about who she was, but I wanted to make it clear.
"How could I forget this bitc-, I mean, this beautiful young lady. She is Yumiko Miura, one of my first love rivals, but she was never a challenge for me. I always loved Master above all else and I would never abandon you." Her scary face and the jealousy of her words made me start to worry about this.
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What kind of relationship did I have with her?
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That was what I wanted to ask, but Haruki hold his hands in front of his sister and tried to stop her yandere act, "Now, now, let's relax and not make a fuss about this okay, Ha-ru-ka~? Anyways, it's getting late Bocchan and I think that I should drive you back home, because Komachi-sama might start to get worried."
Speaking of my dear sister, "Does Komachi know what happened? She never talked with me about this and she doesn't seem to understand why I changed so much."
Haruki looked away with a sad expression, probably feeling some type of guilty and after calming herself, Haruka was the one who answered, "No, Master, she doesn't know what happened. How could we tell a small girl that her beloved brother was kidnapped and probably tortured for a week? We didn't want to traumatize her too and so we decided to hide it from her. Since your relationship with her never changed, our lies worked perfectly. It's not like we wanted to lie to Komachi-sama, but she was too young-"
"Thank you." I said wholeheartedly, interrupting her messy excuse. I was truly happy to know that Komachi didn't have to suffer too. "It seems like we are all a bunch of liars." I added sarcastically.
Soon after, the mood became weird again and that was when I decided to ask Haruki to take me home. I just wanted this day to end and hopefully have some alone time to think about everything that happened today – hopefully my problems would disappear with a good night of sleeping.
Considering that it was already late at night, the trip back home was taking longer than expected because of the huge amount of traffic. Haruki and I were in silence for most of the ride and I could still feel the previous tension lingering in the air.
I ended up trying to kill some time with my phone, texting Komachi telling her not to worry because I was already heading home. Her answer was short and that almost break my heart. My sister wasn't worried about me and she was starting to get too independent - or maybe I was just being dramatic and she was just trying to show me that everything was fine and I should stop being such a worrywart.
Seeing that my sister wouldn't help her brother feel less awkward and kill some time, I ended up joining an online chat room that Zaimokuza had recommended some time ago, through an email. Apparently, this chat room was used by people who live in Chiba and only those invited by registered members could join it. I had to say that this was a clever way to prevent the overflowing of users and luckily for me, it seemed like my otaku partner had some good connections.
8boy has entered the chat room.
8boy: 'Evening
I said as soon as I joined, noticing that there were only two other members online - it was dinner time, so it was normal. I had to admit that my nickname was quite clever.
Shiro-tan: Oh~ A new member, welcome!
Maestro: Welcome (*.*) ノ
8boy: Thank you. The thing is, I moved recently to Chiba and I've been a little stressed after seeing the news about the recent crime wave. Is there a reason to be scared?
Maestro: Oh, that's a difficult question. ;) You shouldn't worry too much about this type of stuff. You just need to be careful and surely you'll avoid any type of danger, but it's like they say: curiosity killed the cat. Act normal and you should be fine, but there are people who attract problems…
Shiro-tan: Let's not be so serious about this. Yes, it is true that Chiba has been having some problems lately, even in my high school conflicts started to show up, but this is still an amazing place to live.
8boy: Hmm, thank you for your advice, Maestro. You seem to like the kind of person who loves their city, Shiro-tan. It's scary to know that kids aren't protected, even in school.
This conversation wasn't going nowhere, thanks to the way that this 'Maestro' person answered my previous question. It seemed like my intentions were found out and perhaps I was too obvious with my curiosity.
Maestro: Yeah, that's the harsh reality, unfortunately.
Shiro-tan: It's really troublesome to deal with all of this stress. (◞‸◟；) There have been some cases of bullying and violence that makes everyone more agitated than normal.
8boy: Eh, really? That sounds bad, hopefully they'll treat the new guy in town with love.
Maestro: Haha! Surely they will, you only need to adjust yourself to the new environment.
Shiro-tan: Anyways, have you guys heard about the new app that everyone has been talking about?
8boy: Nop, I don't really use my phone that much.
Maestro: Not really, tell me more~
Shiro-tan: You guys are no fun! It seems like it's almost similar to a RPG game, where we can make progress with our daily activities.
Maestro: That seems interesting. Ah, being young is amazing.
8boy: You say that our actions in real life makes us better (or not) in the game?
Shiro-tan: Yeah, something like that, probably. I'm not sure about it, because I haven't had the time to try it - I have been busy with school and stuff. But some friends told me that there are daily events that we can complete IRL and that system allow us progress in the game. You can choose different classes and some of our personal information might even influence our game character too.
Maestro: It sounds cool and I might test it, but at the same time I find this whole thing very weird...
This was exactly what I was thinking. If this said app used our personal information that could be somewhat dangerous and not to mention that this daily event system sounded like a perfect tool that a crime organization would use to have some random kids doing some dirty work, anonymously.
8boy: Interesting... I might test it out later. Can you tell me the name of this app, Shiro-tan?
Shiro-tan: Ah, I'm sorry 8boy, but I don't remember that name right now - I'm a real airhead, sometimes. m(._.)m Anyways, it's time for dinner, we'll talk later guys.
8boy: No problem at all, but if you remember the name of this app tell me, okay? Bye and thanks for the advice!
Maestro: Bye~ Shiro-tan, see you later.
Shiro-tan has left the chat room.
Maestro: I'm having dinner soon too, so I must leave the chat room. (; ﹏;) It was nice meeting you though, you seem like a funny guy 8boy.
8boy: Er, thanks... I feel the same, I guess?
Maestro: Hahaha! Are you perhaps a bashful boy? Interesting~ an awkward boy acting like a scaredy-cat.
8boy: Hmm, it's not like I'm scared, I was just curious and maybe even excited... Anyways, weren't you leaving? Well I'm leaving too, cya' later then.
This person was weird and somewhat creepy, but this little chat time was interesting and it helped me forget some of my current problems. Maybe I should do this more often.
[1] – Reference to to Tokyo Ghoul: re.
[2] – Reference to One-Punch Man – a funny line used by Saitama.
[3] – Reference to Kousei and Kaori, from the series Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso.