(mitsuo kubo)•●°🎮‼️💢

The afternoon was quiet in Inaba.

Mitsuo walked alone along the shopping street, his hands buried in his pockets and his head slightly bowed.

A few meters away, he heard some laughter.

—Look, it's Kubo.

—Does he still leave the house?

—Leave him alone, he's probably busy playing the protagonist again.

The laughter increased.

Mitsuo stopped.

Outwardly, his expression immediately changed to a sneer of contempt.

—Ha. How original...

He kept walking as if he didn't care.

But his hands closed inside his pockets.

Don't pay any attention to them.

Don't give them the satisfaction.

It doesn't matter.

Then he heard a voice behind him.

—Mitsuo.

He turned around.

It was you.

—What are you doing here?

She tried to smile.

—Did you hear what those idiots were saying?

Mitsuo let out a dry laugh.

—It's okay. I'm used to it.

Lie.

—It's always been like this.

He shrugged.

—My face, the way I dress, how I speak... they always find something.

He tried to keep walking, but you stood beside him.

—I don't need you to defend me.

His voice sounded harsher than necessary.

—I don't want you to think I can't do it alone.

Silence.

Mitsuo lowered his gaze.

-Although...

Her words became smaller.

—Thank you for staying.

You continued walking beside him.

After a few seconds, Mitsuo spoke again.

—Do you know what the worst part is?

He looked at the shop windows without really paying attention.

—That after hearing so many times that you're weird, you end up wondering if maybe they're right.

She nervously touched her hair.

—You start to think there's something wrong with you.

He smiled bitterly.

—So you're trying to become someone no one can ignore.

He looked at you.

—Someone important. Someone special.

His expression turned serious.

—But it never works.

Mitsuo remained silent.

Then you asked why he cared so much about what others thought.

He let out a small laugh.

-Because...

It stopped.

—Because I want someone to look at me and think I'm worth it.

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