I wake up. Drenched in sweat, surrounded by stacks of instant noodles and other snacks. I had a bad dream, but... What was it about? I slowly arise out of my bed and start my daily otaku routine: wake up, eat/get food, game. I walk to my kitchen, as I walk I notice that I feel lighter. I redirect to the bathroom for morning duties. After washing my hands I look up in the mirror and see my face. "I'm looking... Insanely plain today." I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge. Empty. I open the cabinets. Empty. "Looks like I have to go out." I slide on some clothes and put on some random shoes. "What a drag..." I push open my door and the sight of my classmate greets me.
"Oh? What are you doing here...?" Rin Takanaka, the prettiest girl in school, popular, and excellent grades. She never treated me special, but I'd see her give me dirty looks on the few days I did go to class. "I'm here to bring you your missed work from school, nothing more." She said flatly as she hands me the paper. "Well, thank you." I say as I grab the papers. "Maybe you should start coming to school, nobody, including me wants to be here every other day to give you these-" I sharply cut her off with a cold edge that even surprises me. "Sorry, but I don't remember asking you to be here. Throw it away for all I care." I shut my door and walk past her. As I do, I can hear he muttering under her breath as she walks the other direction.
I walk into the store, and swiftly grab my usual. An energy drink, chips, and ramen. I walk up to the counter, paying with exact change. "Have a nice... Day?" I say as I look up to see a familiar face– my old friend, Kisuki. This was the guy who tormented me and bullied the hell out of me throughout grade school and up. One of the reasons I don't go to school on the regular. As I walk out of the door, he calls out. "Don't come here anymore, or I'll spin some story to the school about how you threatened me." I turn to look at his smug face, my fist balling up with rage and I step forward with a null feeling of confidence that happens to erupt when I want to be a coward the most. "Then take this as a threat." I leap over the counter. "Wait, what the hell are you doing-?!" He says, but do I care. I land punch square on his jaw. I stand on over him, my fists burning with liberty. "Tell them this." I spit on him and start my walk back home.