"Who invited this Pierrot into the house?"
Ichinomiya Megumi had asked.
Though I didn't know the term,
I could somehow understand
that she was insulting me."Um,
Ichinomiya, right?"She whipped her head back
around to face me."Be quiet, clown."
Finishing her words with a glare,
she turned away.Woah,
what a nasty attitude.
It didn't exactly match with her image,
which was surprising--to say the least.But is she pretty though?
Mako's nagging question
intruded into my thoughts.I stole a glance at Ichinomiya Megumi's back.
"Yeah,
I guess so."
I reluctantly admitted.
In fact, if I had to be precise,
she was--at least in looks--
my dream girl.The brief moment I found myself face-to-face with her...
it was difficult to breathe.
The way her long, silver hair flowed down to her waist reminded me of a fairy tale princess.
And though she looked slightly
annoyed by my presence,
her bright, brown eyes stared me down in such an earnest manner that I couldn't help but shy away from the intensity...hence why I decided to invite myself into her room.
Then came the belated realization of how rude it must have been.
Without knowing how to respond,
I feigned interest in her house."Are you just going to keep ignoring me,
you stranger?""Can you stop calling me that?
We're classmates, you know."
"I don't remember you,
so you're a stranger.""That's because you never showed up to class."
I retorted.
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Who Said A Hikikomori Can't be Classy? [Cellphone Novel]
RomanceWhat happens when an estranged narcissist meets a strong-willed recluse? ✦Picture credits to their rightful owners ✦Cover edited by Kisaki ©2018 Story by Kisaki