(mitsuo kubo)•●°🎮‼️

Evening had fallen on Inaba.
Mitsuo sat on a bench, his backpack at his feet, his gaze fixed on the ground. He had been doing nothing for several minutes.
How boring...
He took out his handheld console and started playing.
—Hmph. At least nobody bothers me here.
Footsteps approached.
Mitsuo looked up.
It was you.
He stared at you for a few seconds before quickly looking away.
Great... right now.
-What do you want?
He tried to sound annoyed, although he actually seemed more nervous than angry.
—If you've come about the school, I have nothing to say.
He looked at the console again.
He probably thinks I'm weird.
—Besides, it's not like I care what other people think of me.
Pause.
-I don't mind.
Another pause.
-Oh really.
He pressed the console buttons too hard.
Why doesn't he leave?
Finally, he raised his head.
—Are you just going to stand there?
He gestured to you with his hand.
—Sit down, I suppose.
When you sat down next to him, Mitsuo stiffened.
—But don't get the wrong idea. It doesn't mean we're friends.
He looked away.
—I just... I had nothing better to do.
A few seconds passed.
The silence began to get uncomfortable.
—...
Mitsuo sighed.
—Do you know what I hate the most?
He didn't wait for a reply.
—That people think they can understand me after looking at me for five seconds.
His expression turned serious.
—Everyone thinks they know who I am.
He lowered his gaze.
But even I don't know who I am.
—They say I'm strange. That I'm lonely. That I have no friends...
She let out a small laugh.
-And?
He turned the screen back on.
—I don't need friends.
However, after a few seconds, he murmured:
—...Although I suppose having someone to talk to wouldn't be so bad.
He realized what he had said and quickly became defensive.
—But I'm not saying I want you to be that person!
Her cheeks turned slightly red.
—I was just talking.
What an idiot.
He glanced sideways at you.
-So...
Silence.
—Why are you still here?