This is my first fanfiction, since I had free times, so I decided to write a fanfic.
The fanfic will follow the story of the original series with some alterations. This story's relationship mainly involved reader x Horikita. (Yeah, I knew that Karui...
After bidding goodbye to Sakura, Kushida and I went back to my room. She told me that she wanted to talk to me about something.
Kushida: I'm coming in!
She entered my room and sat on my bed, I entered after her and closed the door.
(Y/N): What did you need to come all the way to my room for?
Kushida: I was actually looking some things up on the internet earlier.
She scrabbled inside her bag to find her phone. She then searched for somethings with her phone and showed me its contents.
Kushida: Does this girl look familiar to you?
I took over the phone and looked. It was a series of modeling pictures of a girl, with a hint of sensuality. I swiped through a few pictures. The model is the same person, and it's kind of familiar.
(Y/N): Is this Sakura? It's hard to say just from the face and the build, but...
I then selected a picture of Sakura before returning the phone to Kushida.
(Y/N): This picture was taken in one of our dorms.
Kushida: So it is her!
(Y/N): And I thought it was strange that Sakura wore fake eyeglasses, too.
Kushida: They're fake?
I recollected the moment when I was left alone with Sakura at the coffee shop.
(Y/N): There was no distortion behind the lenses.
Kushida: So she's trying to hide her face? Is that why she wouldn't testify?
And then, Kushida's phone received a notification.
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Kushida: It's from Sakura-san. Let's see...
She opened the message and read through it.
Kushida: She says she might be able to help with Sudou-kun!
(Y/N): I guess going with her today was worth it.
Kushida: I'm glad she decided to trust us, but I wonder why...
(Y/N): Who knows?
Kushida was quiet for a moment.
Kushida: Hey.
(Y/N): Yes?
Kushida: (L/N)-kun, isn't there anything you're trying to hide?
She stood up and looked at me in the eyes.
(Y/N): ...
I didn't reply. In that moment, I was overwhelmed by the memories of mine in the White Room when I was young. While the White Room is the most "efficient" place to raise a human, it does not teach the necessary social skills for everyday life. Thanks to them, I was stripped away basic human emotions and was indoctrinated with the ideology of that victory means everything. Luckily, I could resisted the indoctrination and some parts of me was able to be retained. They labelled me as the "defective" and expelled me from the White Room. Thanks to my foster parents, I was taught again about the basic human nature, including the way of thinking, feeling, and acting, however imperfect. That's the secret to why I didn't socialize more. I was... incapable of doing it correctly.
