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

ღOmurice (Pt. 2)ღ

The aching, spinning sensation
I felt from the dream
had transferred over into the present me,
as if my body was still on buffering mode.

Unable to withstand the dizziness,
I clutched my head.

Huh?

It felt strangely...cool.

Somebody must have put a cold pack on my head while I was asleep...

Tsss!

A faint sizzling sound coming from outside
interrupted my thoughts.

And a light, savory smell wafted into the room.

Is someone cooking?

My stomach growled anxiously
from the tempting smell.

...

Steadying myself,
I gingerly slipped out of bed.

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As I approached the kitchen,
I cautiously poked my head out
from behind a wall.

Someone's back was facing me,

but it was not Gilbert's.

My presence must have been noticed,
because the person suddenly turned around.

"Yo, sleeping beauty."

It was the buffoon.

"How are you feeling?"

He asked.

"..."

Wary about his intentions,
I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why are you still here?"

"Geh!
That's the first thing you say
to your savior?"

"Stop making pointless jokes
and just answer my question."

The clown exhaled in frustration,
looking as if he was preparing himself
for a long explanation.