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Enjoy the Silence 

[Domestic Girlfriend][YuruCamp]

Prologue

The real Hachiman, much like the real Yoshiteru, is a lot less extreme than our books would make us out to be. I teased my friend Kei in my first novel by turning his insert into a fat chuunibyo, and he responded by making me the protagonist in his creepy love comedy. The thing is, his book was a lot closer to reality.

I really did have a crush on my young sensei. She had the wistful sense of brokenness that just cried out for comfort. The nature of our conversations left me wanting her more, and being a teenager my hormones are trying to destroy me. I’m pent up and I know I’m going to get nowhere with this feeling. Unrequited love sucks.

Naturally, the September mixer was my second mistake. I’m more social that my novel’s protagonist. And unlike him, I was a volleyball player until I was told to stop making the stars look bad. Those riajuu cliques turned me off from team sports forever. That’s where I got the idea for my novels, and the anime came from attention when I won the Debut Novel prize. It wasn’t much money, just enough to buy my bicycle and a computer for writing my novels with. I saved the rest, which wasn’t much.

It was then I gained my interest in wanting to be alone a lot more. That was when I started writing essays about what it means to reject society, and how freeing it is. In my novel, the antagonist is the teacher Shizuka, someone who insists Hachiman must be dragged back into society, to suffer their idiocy by helping people who need one way tickets to the Forest of Crows, not waste the time of people who don’t sympathize with them. Okay, that’s unfair, but still many of the tasks I put Hachiman through in the novel series are obviously abusive and the readers picked up on that, as I intended them to see. These events are part of why they resonate with the fanbase so much.

I still spend time with Kei. He’s my best friend, and we edit each other’s work to stop them drifting into cancerous messes. We remind each other there are trends in modern fiction which sell, and trends that don’t. His book about my life got made into an anime, and it’s more twisted than my real life, mostly because the way he wrote it would sell, and my sane response to the situation is why nobody is in jail, and I’m not making paternity suit payments.

The thing about my real life? There’s no little sister. That adorable character is essential to balancing out Hachiman’s darkness, gives him some human sympathy and one person on his side in the social dystopia of Soubou high school. In the real world, it’s just me and Dad, Mom having passed on from breast cancer ten years ago. He did his best for me in our shared grief, but I could tell he was lonely. And today I learned that Dad found a nice widow and dated her and they married today after a very brief introduction. If circumstances were different this would be fine.

If only I hadn’t gone to that mixer. Riajuus are hilarious fodder to hate, but my eyes aren’t repellent and my makeover was successful back in middle school so here I am, looking good with contacts and hair product and clothes which show off my fitness level and…well, okay. There was a cold girl at the mixer who didn’t want to sing karaoke like the others and we went back to her place and now I can’t get her expression during our very important moment out of my mind. And the cold fury she expressed afterwards, telling me we were strangers. And now she’s sitting opposite me at the dinner table while my crush, my homeroom teacher sits next to her, smiles happily at their mother marrying my dad.

I have to get out of this house.