The day had gone by in a flash after (Y/N) had stopped interacting with the pinked-haired girl, who he now knew as Hitori Gotou, and everyone began to flush out as the sound of a bell chime rang throughout the halls of the school.
(Y/N), who looked nearly about to pass out because of how desperately he wanted to go to sleep after the last class, stared at Gotou, who looked about the same as him. Her eyes were drooping, her head was in her arms, her posture was terrible, and her entire countenance looked like she had fallen into the abyssal trenches of pure, complete despair.
Despite this, however, students passed by her as if she didn't even exist, not even giving her a glance as they began to talk with their friends about where they wanted to go. It was nearly the same situation as what he had went through when he was in primary school and, to be quite honest with himself, pretty much how he was now.
Perhaps it was just a characteristic of loners, or maybe it was because of a flaw with human nature, but those who tended to be outside the social sphere of the general populous tended to be ignored all together, with many of them being completely forgotten, despite being in plain sight.
For Hitori Gotou, this was certainly the case.
Because of how she acted, Hotori Gotou could surmise that about ninety nine to-one hundred percent of the students here had not even known she existed. Even though she was always the last one in dodgeball (even though her athletic skills could be compared to a tortoise), by the point she was the last one left, everyone pretty much synonymously agreed the game was over. Nobody recognized or noticed her, which was the point of her coming to Shuka in the first place.
She wanted to be completely forgotten by everyone. However, she knew herself that her own desires contradicted that. Her attitude was completely dichotomous with her own hopes, and though she wished to pursue them one day, her life had been relegated to being alone because her soul willed for it.
For (Y/N), he was simply forgotten because his attitude warranted it. Walking around slouched, eating at the back of the school, and ignoring everyone and everything because of his drowsiness, led to him being drafted as an outcast. Though it was not his intention to push people away, the people around him appeared to have perceived it that way.
And despite the fact that most would be desperate to try to reenter the social sphere and convince those around them that they weren't how they thought they were, (Y/N) simply accepted it as a fact of his life. It didn't mean he wanted to be alone, but rather because he thought it was just how he was.
And looking around the classroom one last time, (Y/N) reaffirmed that point once again. Everyone had left, save for two students who always remained and messed around before going their separate ways, along with Gotou, who had been looking like she was ready to go any moment.
This, however, confused (Y/N), as Gotou was usually the one of the first to leave.
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First Friend (Male Reader x Bocchi the Rock)
FanfictionThere is a border between "socially inept" and "socially awkward," and then there's (Y/N). However, that doesn't mean that there aren't people exactly like him, and during an odd day, he would meet someone unexpected, becoming his first friend.
