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

ღFirst Impression (Pt. 3)ღ

"Okay, look here!"

The Pierrot began to talk heatedly.

"The teacher asked me
to deliver these worksheets to you,
so it's not like I wanted to be here
in the first place.

In fact, I have plenty of other things
I'd rather be doing...

you should be grateful I even bothered."

He finished smugly,
as he roughly shoved some papers
into my hands.

A few of them
slipped between my fingers from the force,
but he didn't attempt to pick them up.

"..."

His eyes were now staring me down,
full of contempt.

"Bye then, Ichinomiya.

Have a nice life inside your pretty little cage."

With a huff,
he stomped over to the doorway.

Of course he was going to be like this...

what did I expect?

People wouldn't visit me voluntarily...

they had to be given a reason.

Their sole job was to pretend to care

until they could no longer keep up the facade.

.

.

.

In the end,

they were all the same.

...

Bitterly,
a little voice in my head snickered:

「Heh, you're funny.

Don't you think you deserved that one?」

"...be quiet."

I demanded.

"Yeah yeah.
I'm outta here anyways."

"Ah, that wasn't..."

My voice trailed off.

That wasn't meant for you...

...but it's no use explaining now.

I glanced woefully
towards Kaito's retreating back...
and caught him muttering to himself
--ever so faintly.

"Ahhh, why did I even ask to do this...

I feel like such an idiot."

'ask to do this'...he said...

A pang of regret
stung at my heart.

What if...

I was wrong about him?

"Wait..."