Midaki has never thought of himself as a problem. When he skips school or spends hours stretched across the couch with his phone in hand, it doesn’t feel like avoidance—it feels like survival. To him, the world outside moves too fast, demands too much, and expects answers he hasn’t figured out yet. Staying home is quieter. Easier. A place where he can exist without being judged for falling behind. He knows people find him annoying. He hears it in their sighs, sees it in the way they tense..