Suddenly, someone smacked me lightly on the back. It startled me, and I raised my head. "Mi, Misumi-kun..." My classmate, Misumi Daisuke-kun, was giving me a grin. He was pretty good looking and all the girls seemed to like him. He himself openly declared how much he likes women, and for him to say he was dating several people at once. From my perspective, he was a guy who'd jumped fully into delinquent territory. If possible, I'd have preferred to not have any connection to him at all, but... "You always look down. Too much gaming and not enough sleep?" "N, not really..." He was the only person in the entire class who talked to me. I wonder why he always started talking to me? Our hobbies and personalities aren't even slightly similar.It had been on my mind since we became classmates this year. If, hypothetically, I were a girl, I would kind of understand. But, being a guy, I don't know why he talked to me."I guess there's no avoiding it, you are a hikikomori, but come on, try answering a little more cheerfully." If I could, I'd have done so a long time ago.It was almost painful for me to talk to 3-D human beings. Anxiety keeps my voice from coming out properly. Since I don't normally talk much, I can't articulate myself well through speech, and I shrink back because I'm scared I might say something stupid and be made fun of. I wish people wouldn't talk about stuff they know nothing about. They have no clue how hard it is for me. Oh, but I'm no hikikomori. A hikikomori is someone who shuts himself up in his room 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. I'm different.

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