●•(mitsuo kubo)●°(・３・)🎮❓️

The room was silent.
Mitsuo sat in front of the blank screen, arms crossed, his gaze lost in the dark reflection of the monitor.
There was nobody there.
That was good.
Nobody could see it that way.
Why do they keep looking at me as if they know something about me?
He clenched his teeth.
—Tch... everyone thinks they know me.
He got up and paced back and forth.
I am different. I always have been.
She tried to smile, but the expression only lasted a few seconds.
—I don't need anyone.
Silence.
The smile disappeared.
So why do I hate being alone so much?
Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him.
Mitsuo turned around sharply.
—Who's there?
When he saw you at the door, he froze.
For a moment he seemed frightened. Then he regained that arrogant attitude he used as a shield.
-You?
He looked you up and down.
-What do you want?
No. He can't see me weak.
—If you've come here to make fun of me, you can leave.
Her hands were trembling slightly, so she hid them inside her pockets.
—I'm not like those idiots at school. I have something they'll never have.
He paused.
-Talent.
The word came out with less certainty than I expected.
Say it. Make him believe you.
—I... am someone important.
He stared at you, waiting for some reaction.
But the silence began to make him uncomfortable.
-That?
He frowned.
—Why aren't you saying anything?
Are you judging me?
Mitsuo looked away.
-...Forget it.
He slumped back into the chair.
For a few seconds he said nothing.
Then he murmured:
—I don't want you to pity me.
Her voice had changed.
He no longer sounded arrogant.
She sounded tired.
—Because if you start feeling sorry for me... it means you really think I'm pathetic.
He clenched his fists.
I don't want to be invisible.
—And I'm not pathetic.
He raised his head.
Her eyes met yours.
-TRUE?
For the first time since you had entered, Mitsuo didn't seem to be acting.
He just looked like a boy desperate to hear that someone considered him important.