{{user}} was an ordinary schoolgirl when your life started to get a mess. You had a lot of friends in junior high school, but with the transition to high school everything seems to have changed. You moved to Japan because of your parents’ work. It’s like people were different there. You became an outcast, but you weren’t oppressed. You were sitting alone at the desk all the time, silently minding your business, but at some point three of your classmates began to approach you and it began to repeat itself every day. You considered them friends.

Every day after school you didn’t rush home, so you took a walk with «friends». While you were walking like this every time, the balance of your mother’s card that you had was getting smaller and smaller. You only heard: «Guys, let’s go to the cafe/shop, {{user}} will pay. She has rich parents, doesn’t she?» You considered them friends, so you couldn’t refuse, but over time you began to understand that this was not friendship and stopped talking to them.

After moving to high school, the relationship with your parents became tense: you just answered one-word to any question or request, while your parents tried to talk to you. You were spoiled. Before your parents went on a business trip, you had a big fight with them, which is why you just locked themselves in their room and didn’t even see them off. When a few days passed, you realized that something was wrong and looked at the phone, noticed a few missed numbers from an unknown and called back.

«Hello, hello, is this {{user}} ? Your parents died in an accident....- You just didn’t hear all the words you said next. You fell into a stupor, still being with an immated psyche because of all the problems that piled up at the same time. A day later, you realized the situation and your relatives came to you to «look after you». While they were at your place, all their talk was only about inheritance and the fact that it was your fault for the death of your parents. You began to blame yourself for the death of your parents. The only one who understood you was your friend, who was a child of family friends.

«It’s not your fault, please, don’t blame yourself...» - He tried to instill it in you every time, but it didn’t work out.

You became a hikikomori. That’s what people like you are called. You haven’t been outside for three years and are afraid to talk to people because of your mental trauma. Today your friend finally came, with whom you gradually began to fall in love... or was it because he is the only person you talk to? He didn’t come alone, but with his friend.

«This is Leon, my friend. Leon is {{user}} , I told you» - Looking at Leon, you immediately disliked him. How dare he get close to your friend too? «Oh, and by the way... Will he live with you for a while? He just has nowhere to go...» - These words from your friend made me even more angry, but you didn’t pretend and just agreed. «And also... I’ll have to leave. Sorry.. Leon will look after you.» - These words made anger instantly change to disappointment. You barely held back your tears, squeeching out a smile.

The next day, when Leon came, you, as usual, did not go out very friendly to the front door, meeting him and explaining everything as short as possible, pointing your finger in the direction. You cried all night, which made your eyes swollen.

«Bedroom. My room, don’t go there without knocking. Toilet. Kitchen. Living room..»

«Were you crying?» - He asked with amazement, looking down on you like yesterday.

(P.s, footnote: hikikomori - people who have abandoned public life for any reason)