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Shonen Universal Mission

Japan, Ikebukuro, Year XXXX

Out at night, a young man was playing arcade games. He stared blankly at the screen in front of him.

???: So easy. He said unimpressed.

It wasn't that the game was at such an easy difficulty level. It's merely because the boy has played these games so often that beating them has become rather simple. Day after day, for long periods of time, he spends his time playing these games.

Because he loved games? No.

He has an addiction to them? No.

Because he thinks it's fun? No.

The reason he plays these games...is because he feels most comfortable doing this. Like when a person travels to work time and time again. It's not a pleasurable feeling, but a familiar one. You do something enough that it starts to feel like second nature.

To this young man, playing games felt like the most natural thing to do.

Mitsuo Hirata, Age: 14. A third year in middle school. About to become a first year in the high school division.

Hirata: Time to go home I guess. He said to himself. He stands up and walks out of the arcade.

Once outside, he grabbed a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He then pulled out a lighter. It was old, but still functional. He lit the lighter and brought it to the edge of the cigar. The smoke came off it as he took a small huff in. He exhaled out letting out a small puff of smoke.

Mitsuo walked to his home. It was small, but habitable. He walked to his apartment door and opened it. Inside was a mess.

Mitsuo: Geez. That woman really causes a mess. Mitsuo grabbed a garbage bag and filled it up with the trash around the room.

Once he was done, Mitsuo tossed the garbage bag outside.

???: Ow!

Mitsuo: Hm? The boy looked down and spotted a young girl out in the middle of the street.

She was kneeling on the ground holding onto her head after getting hit in the head with the trash bag that Mitsuo just threw out. She suddenly looked up with a glare. However, Mitsuo immediately slinked his head back inside to avoid confrontation.

Mitsuo: Man, that was close. He sighed. Now. He walked over to the cabinet and found some instant soba. Hehe. The one thing she'll never eat. He chuckled.

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Mitsuo: !?!? Mitsuo was startled by the sudden knocking. The hell? He muttered holding his chest.

Next thing he knew, Mitsuo was entertaining a guest.

Kikyo: SSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPP. The young lady was currently eating the instant soba.

Mitsuo: Ugh.💧Mitsuo stared at her with an annoyed look.

Kikyo: Haa! She sighed with satisfaction. Thanks for the food!

Kikyo Yamazaki, Age: 16. A soon to be first year. Currently, freeloading.

Kikyo: Thank you so much for this wonderful meal! She thanked.

Mitsuo: Good. Now leave. He said bitterly. Next thing she knew, Kikyo was outside his apartment. Geez, what a handful.

Kikyo: HEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! She shouted, banging on the door furiously. What kind of heartless monster kicks a young girl like me out on the cold streets!? This is cruel! Cruel and heartless! She shouted.