Nobita new life [Doreamon x Lookism]

Meeting that person that changed my life

Nobita sat silently in the dark room, the only light coming from the faint glow of his room table lamp. The events of the day replayed in his mind like a twisted nightmare, each memory sharper and more painful than the last. He had never felt so alone, so utterly abandoned by those who were supposed to care for him. His body still ached from the beating Gian and Suneo had given him, their laughter echoing in his ears as they tore at his clothes, leaving him humiliated and broken.

He had barely managed to drag himself home, only to be met with more anger and disappointment from his mother. Her words had cut deeper than any physical wound, leaving him feeling like a complete failure. And then, to top it all off, Doraemon—the one person he had always thought would stand by him—had walked out of his life, leaving him with nothing but a hollow ache in his chest.

As the house grew quieter, with everyone else asleep, Nobita finally mustered the strength to drag himself out of bed. He shuffled to the kitchen, his stomach growling with hunger despite the knots of anxiety twisting inside it. He found a packet of ramen and slowly prepared it, the simple task giving him something to focus on besides the overwhelming despair that threatened to consume him.

But even as he ate, tears began to stream down his face. The ramen tasted bitter, not from any fault in its preparation but from the sorrow that had settled deep within him. Each bite felt like a struggle, but he forced himself to keep eating, desperate to fill the emptiness inside.

As he ate, his gaze wandered to the corner of the room, where something shiny caught his eye. It was Doraemon's spare pocket, the one that had been left behind in their argument. Nobita hesitated, his mind swirling with memories of the countless times that pocket had saved him from his troubles. But now, it felt like a cruel reminder of the friend who had abandoned him.

Still, a small flicker of hope sparked within him. Maybe, just maybe, there was something in that pocket that could help him escape this nightmare. He reached for it, his hands trembling as he rummaged through its contents until he found the Bamboo Copter.

Without a second thought, Nobita grabbed the device and rushed out of the house, flying towards the mountain behind his school—a place that had always been his sanctuary. The wind whipped through his hair as he ascended, the cold night air stinging his cheeks, but he didn't care. He needed to get away, to clear his mind and think.

As he landed on the mountain, he sat down on a rock, staring out at the city below. The memories of the day crashed over him like a tidal wave, the laughter of his classmates, the coldness in Shizuka's eyes, the sting of Gian's fists, and the crushing words from his mother and Doraemon. Everything felt so heavy, so suffocating.

His thoughts drifted to his old friend Non-chan and his grandmother, two people who had always believed in him, who had shown him kindness when the world seemed determined to tear him down. He missed them both terribly, especially now, when he felt so lost.

Suddenly, he heard the rustling of grass behind him. Nobita turned around to see a man approaching, dressed sharply in a suit and overcoat, his expression unreadable. The man looked out of place in the quiet solitude of the mountain, and yet, there was something about him that commanded attention.