Who Said A Hikikomori Can't be Classy? [Cellphone Novel]

♪4 o'clock♪

-16:00PM-

[Mako]
Heya, Pretty boy!

(^^#) ...what do you want?

[Mako]
Aww, don't be like that...
I just wanted to ask a question.

What's up?

[Mako]
( ˙꒳​˙ ) So,
why did you skip club today?

...

[Mako]
Is there something you're hiding?

...

[Mako]
Wait...don't tell me! Are you possibly...

meeting a GIRL?!

┐( ˘_˘ )┌ So what if I am?

[Mako]
...
...
WHO?

FROM OUR SCHOOL?

IS SHE PRETTY?

Dunno...

Haven't seen her yet.

[Mako]
Send me a pic. (☆▽☆)

Hell no!

[Mako] 
凸( ' ﾛ ' )凸 

Typing...

-Flick-

My phone screen faded black

as the last of its battery power

dissipated into the air.

...

Good thing I memorized the address beforehand.

I glanced over the documents balanced between my forefingers,
as Mako's words replayed in my head
--her sharp tone pestering me once more:

Well?

Is she pretty?

"Tch,
if only I can find that..."

Ah,

here we go.

Printed neatly above the first line of the paper
were words I had only ever heard
during roll call before class started...

A familiar yet unfamiliar name:

"Ichinomiya Megumi."

  市之宮   愛 

The corners of my mouth curled upwards
into a mischievous grin.

Is she pretty?

"Heh.

We shall see."