Growing up watching anime, reading light novels, Dragon Ball, a bit of Naruto, started reading manga just because of Satoru Gojo, then craze of manhwas with Solo Leveling's debut.
I had already made plans of visiting Japan at least once, just to oversee Otaku culture, sort of wish fulfillment.
Most likely after settling down with someone I come to care about...you know what I mean. Making a visit with my kids...hehe~
Family. I love my parents, yes me, including so many...we don't say it enough. Loads of embarrassment. But we do show it in our daily actions.
Mom's dinner, getting my and Dad's stuff ready to leave. My brother going to college in evening.
Movie marathons.
Christmas, New Years, Easters, Summer visits to other states.
Football, watching Messi, Ronaldo probably last years....Sad for him. Yay for Argentina, and Juventus!
BBL Olympics IPL
Cricket World Cups. Kane's pain, heartbreak of so many lost finals, Mom and my favourite player Virat.
I even watched two live tournament matches recently with my brother. Securing tickets was a pain in the ass.
So much fight just for securing one empty dot only to get rejected by someone already paying before you in the margin of seconds, even micro perhaps.
Not a huge fan of baseball though, even though Dad took me visit couple of matches. I have just enough interest, as another person.
However, now in Japan, not because I booked a ticket.
Was it really that bad out? I know there is regression, tariffs, illegal immigrants deportations and all.
Economy rundown, govt employees layoffs.....
Three years...who am I kidding, I won't survive the torture. Maybe there are others like me.
Mom's probably going nuts right now, since I am not back home yet. I am really sorry.....I hope they won't broadcast it on live networks.
Giving me a sense of freedom, making it seem like it's my choice traveling through that bus, and entering this gate.... it's all probably for some kind of sick entertainment for bastards watching me.
Squid Game in real life....Nothing else I can remember to describe, being in shock and everything.
What was it all for? Working my ass off to pass school, A's B's to secure a good university. Job experience to further study, and then again work.
I want my Fried rice. Escape or if I couldn't, get something to....
Fuck, how many years it's been since I got this down? It's even difficult to remember the last time I cried, really cried, not happy ones...well, I don't shed those types.
Happy. Laugh. Smile. Party. Celebrate.
I wonder what's going on, I stopped paying attention for a while now.
Who cares anyway? It's getting hard to breathe, seems like a major waste of effort to be honest..... It's really a wonder, how long I can think straight.
Like I am running for hours, that kind of tiredness, and out of breath condition is probably heading, if I don't take a short rest.
Wind is so tasty right now.
Not ever, yes, I will repeat again, even to this extent of tiredness, I have never ever...It makes me really doubt, how much "time" after I woke up.
I was never kidnapped before you see, it's my first time....Haha.. That's it I don't wanna laugh anymore.
Looking so out of colour for me.
Borderline creepy, I am better suitable for just giving a smile.
"Next. Submit your documents."
"Yes, we are here. Ichinose Honami, and this is Light Yagami-kun. Please take care of us."
"Give us a second."
Why don't you just choke on it instead? This boy could probably tell I am cursing him to death, with how much I should be glaring right now.
"Ichinose Honami. Class 1-B. Verified. Here is your student ID. Please don't lose it."
"Go straight towards those windows, you will find Gymnasium Hall for the opening ceremony."
Don't look at me. You are involved in all of this. I thought she was adorable before.....could be brainwashed.
"Rem Hahari Kujou. Class 1-B. Verified. Same directio--N-Nani....what did you say his name?"
"Sore tte..eehh~! It--it's L-Light Yagami-kun? Yes, that's his name, r-right...right. Please check, Senpai!"
"...Rem Hahari Kujou. That's what is written here. Class 1-B. His photo matches the IDs we have."
"It---t does. That's him, I know haircut is a bit urgent but. It's Yaga--hey, that's your name, right? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
I am also hearing it for the first time, so how can I lie to yo---besides, why Rem...do you want to suffocate me?
I looked at her but said nothing. What a cat face you are making, as if I have abandoned it after some rubs.

Her cheeks (face, I mean!) are flushed with these pink blush lines, and her eyes are wide open, almost teary look.
What is this? 100 girlfriends?
Brows furrowed. Giving an embarrassed vibe-like she's about to strangle me for messing with her.
In bus her attitude was like. Ready to smile or offer kind words, helping type of girl. Always good to everyone.
That's it, not just specially for a certain person which is easily mistaken.
Just like The Angel next door spoils me rotten. Well, except being
Introvert. Withdrawn.
Her eyelashes are so long.
....Class 1-B. Ichinose Honami. Tokyo. Not able to leave for three years.
Red Jacket. White Shirt. Blue tie.
Cherry Blossoms. It's not possible, but every sign is just indica---
Is this really Advanced Nurturing High School.....? I need a mirror.
"Yes, my name is Rem Hahari Kujou. Can we leave? Like you said, opening ceremony is starting."
"...Please. But you better explain to her about this. She looks like she doesn't have any idea."
I don't need you to tell me, Ichinose must be fuming steamy clouds right now. Maybe it will rain tomorrow.....
Step! Step! Step!
Look down. Look above.
I don't know how to measure whether it's 1 meter, 2 meter, or centimetres just by...you know how those people can just tell without even thinking.
400 metres apart. That park is 100 m away. Bla...Bla...Bla. I am not a measuring equipment to size up your waist, if that dress fits you or not.
"...Oye, are you not coming, Ichinose?"
I turned my face back a little to see, girl hadn't even moved an inch from her spot. In fact, my own steps were just small... touching my foot in between those concrete squares.
I am not playing, I am very serious. Let's go check myself out in a mirror!
I am expecting great things from you Ichinose, so help me out a fan here?
Preety please?
"I am very angry."
"Yes, me too."
"...You lied to me. I don't even know what to call you."
"To be honest, I don't even know myself. So, are we still going...?"
"Afraid of being lost?"
"Please don't make fun of an almost blind person. It's evil."
Ichinose gave me a side eye with a narrowed look, I want to say, I know I am even writing my own thoughts.
She must be doing same right now...I think, very likely. I wonder about my evaluation, it should be pretty low.
Phew....! At least we started moving.
Watch down. Watch down. Ahh..I missed one, next one should be in between. Box. Box.
"He said...Gymnasium Hall. It's already way more huge than one of the buildings in my junior high."
"Oh. But there's no point, if it's all just a mess to me. If I had to say, probably...no just up to arm's length is good. Rest, poof!"
If I do too much, water... redness, maybe it will cause headaches.
"I want to be helpful. But a certain someone ruined my mood. So, I don't know if I should....."
"There's lots of mutterings now. Are children here?"
"Is your vision like that from just every day before, or something happened in the bus?"
"....."
"....."
"I think we are not on same page. Let's go to washroom. I want to see our faces a bit more closely."
"What's that logic? Hey, don't tell me you want to skip the opening ceremony?!"
"What a beautiful brain you have Miss Ichinose. Let's do exactly that."
I feel like I am slowly going to become a little bit myself.
Maybe I am just imagining this in a last ditch effort to comfort myself from going to a more tragic situation, if that's what it could be called.
I am pretty sure, my current situation is even worse. Take baby steps, first look at your face. Interrogate her?
This might just be a more realistic dream (0.000000000000) chances.
You don't remember like what I am experiencing right now, even basic summary is usually lost after waking up. There are scientific reasons for it to be called a dream.
(Bullshit'in myself)
So, where is the boys washroom? Dungeon, possible?
"Yaga--Kujou---Darn it, why are we running? People are looking at us!"
"I don't know. I really don't give a shit anymore. Let's go find us a mirror."
I've lost my mind.
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