Discomfort was the first thing he thought, the number of people was uncomfortable, the heavy atmosphere was uncomfortable, it was uncomfortable how vibrant everything was, saturated with advertisements, saturated with noise, was his evaluation of Tokyo, Chiba was a big city too, full of everything. type of things, of commerce, of advertisements and noise but it was nowhere near the variety of Tokyo, or maybe it was his love for chiba that blinded his vision? No Tokyo was strange after all Chiba was undoubtedly the best city in Japan.
Unfortunately, whether he wanted it or not, he would now have to live in Tokyo, after all the work his father, an accountant, and his mother, a real estate advisor, deserved it, in a twist of fate worthy of a second-rate anime, they had had to move. to Tokyo thanks to the best job offers.
But well, she couldn't do anything, she loved Chiba with all her heart, but the truth was she didn't have anyone who would miss him, unlike Komachi and her multitude of friends who had come to say goodbye to her when they moved, her new home didn't discern too much either. his previous home, 2 floors, 4 rooms, 3 bathrooms, a kitchen, an attic and a basement, he could not complain despite his parents' emotional neglect of him, which was not the same with Komachi, he had never lacked the bread on the table.
Hahahaha I sound like an idiot complaining about how hard life is with an iPhone in my hand, but hey I'll still miss that sea breeze from his secret place.
-My name is Hikaru Kamiki, I am currently studying acting, my hobbies are jogging and reading-
The pretty boy continued as he had contemptuously and instinctively classified him, the world is full of prejudices born from ignorance or bad experiences, he was no different, he knew it, in his case it was both, guys like him were his natural enemy, so full of confidence, so naturally talkative and convincing that it terrified him.
-I'm open to anyone who wants to be my friend, so let's get along-
Once he finished his presentation, everyone in the class applauded him. It wasn't the typical insincere applause that he gave with some reluctance to appear interested. No, it was a true applause born of admiration. Just a few words and he had already won the sympathy of the class. most of his peers, undoubtedly an innate talent.
There are times when he asked me how such a thing was possible, seeing the interactions between people, analyzing them, reading between the lines, trying to understand, understand, what did they have that he lacks? It was as if everyone had an instruction manual for behaving, for living, that he had been denied at birth, maybe I'm too pessimistic, maybe it's partly my fault, well it doesn't matter just how his mind always wandered to stupid things. while the world continued its course.
Now it was his turn to introduce himself to all of this, how he hated that, what was the point in such an act, in this class alone we were 30 students, even for the teacher it was praiseworthy if he managed to recognize us all and it was partly his job. So what was expected to think that hormonal teenagers would even pay attention to a quarter of the class and the Riajus don't count, they are an attention predator species, no one in this class would care about their existence, no one would care about their hobbies, since I knew it, experience dictated it.
-yes...I'm Hikigaya Hachiman-
A small slip, a slight stutter born of an instilled restlessness, out of the corner of my eye I can see brief laughter from his companions and his mind, the very malicious thing, I relate them to mockery of his person and not to his carelessness.
-I'm from Chiba, nice to meet you-
Formal, rigid that was all to say, there was no applause, there were no questions, simple and straightforward as everything should be.
-Okay next one-
The aggressive-looking boy behind him stood up with an audible click of his tongue. Blonde like the pretty boy, but unlike the one who had a more fashionable hairstyle, his was messy and without any care, his eyes were also different, pale brown that shone with almost innate aggression, the typical bully with his disheveled uniform attesting to this, well a pretty boy in front and a bully behind looks like the beginning of a Yaoi doujinshi.
Brrrrrrr! I felt pain in my occiput and phalanges and the gaze of the girl with glasses adjacent to her seat only intensified it, well something tells me that all this will be a pain, it would be better for me to look out the window and ignore everything, if that's what I'll do.
…………………
What should I do, the attempts to contact her by some of her staunchest fans were being more aggressive lately, should I talk to Saito San about this? Well it's not like she could do much more than go to the authorities, it's not like they could give her an escort alone, it was out of budget, who knew being an idol would be so difficult, should I ask Hikaru? To help her, that's what boyfriends do, right?
(Hai Ai, did you see the new Noragami cap (@_@) Yukine are cute \(@w@)/ I want to eat him with kisses)
Giggle*
She couldn't help but laugh at the message from her fan, Komachi was a good girl, happy, lively, talkative, it was clear that they loved her, bathed in all the love that many lacked.
(No, I'm reading Bokura wa Minna kawai sou ;_; sorry)
We are all pitiful, a title that had caught her attention, who would think that this girl would infect her with her taste for shoujo manga.
(Oh! I see, you want a spoiler _)
-Let's go before she fills the karaoke rooms –
One of her "friends" from her classroom called her Yuka.
-I'm coming-
He responded with his plastic and prepared smile, friends, hey? Was that what we were? You know that, it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters are appearances in the last moment, appearances attract, appearances condition, just pure and mere appearance, he didn't have to go far to validate his thoughts, the school a tiny sample of behavior in society, the older men in the streets eating her precociously developed body, the older women full of envy calling her out, judging her as a thousand and one insults, jealous of having already burned away her best years, the acting set where everyone hid their motives, their displeasure after a false smile just for the sake of doing his job.
But what does it matter? Why did he even question me about this? Much more so now having based my ideas about the truth on lies, just because of that boy's words, a poison corroding the foundations of my being, genuine love, as if such childishness existed, she was not the one who was wrong.
(I'm sorry komachi, I have to go and don't even think about plundering me)
(ok doki~~~)
With that I prepared to follow my "friends" as they left the room with my purplish blue bag. To my complete surprise, Yuka was flirting with Hikaru. You didn't have to be a genius to know that she liked him. Not that I blamed her. I could almost say that 90% of the girls at school liked him, he was striking, he was charismatic, he was handsome, he was everything a girl our age was looking for, she had nothing to complain about, she had accepted his confection just for the appearance nothing more nothing less.
-Here we go-
Hikaru said, breaking free from the grip of the metaphorical snake that was Yuka, which she acted as if nothing happened.
-I'm always happy to see you sing-
His smile was dazzling, his smile was reliable, a unique smile capable of penetrating the heart of the most apathetic, it was understandable because it was so attractive, a synonym for perfection, but perfection does not exist, those words resonated in his being as if said by someone external.
-Then I'll make sure to sing as well as I can~~~-
Her Catarina's voice, her graceful movements, everything finely prepared, everything finely conditioned so that they would love her.
But there, by fate or chance, out of the corner of her eye she saw an unmistakable figure once she met her, was it no?
-Sorry, I have to powder my nose-
A typical euphemism for breaking away from a group. Her goal now was someone else, she had to confirm that it was him, she had to debate her positions, to confirm 100% that she was right, that he was wrong, that's all.
But to her bad luck the figure had been lost in the crowd like Voyager in the cosmos, so insignificant, so irrelevant and yet, here it was, looking for it for the mere selfishness of knowing that she was right.
-Well, if you're here, Komachi will tell me-
She said to herself as she took out her smartphone to message the aforementioned.
Sorry for the delay and the short cap, who knew that being a sweeper would take so much time.
