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In the first place, there are no other residents except me.
I am the only one who would live in this shabby apartment, which is far from the station and inconveniently located.
Of course, it’s not like I wanted to live here either. ……
Well…living in the capital is a good thing.
It’s nice and quiet here.
It is so quiet that I was a little scared at night until I got used to it. ……
The area is surrounded by nothing but former factories and fenced yards that look like garbage dumps.
There used to be a small factory in the area, but it is now gone and the place looks abandoned.
At night, there are no exterior lights, and the area is pitch black.
Three years ago, my family kicked me out of my house and I came here.
At that time, I was forced to leave the house I had been living in Tokyo.
But apparently the woman had at least a minimal conscience as well.
No,……, in hindsight, it was probably not conscience, but just a legal obligation or something.
Even though I am her stepchild, she couldn’t abandon her child completely even if she wanted to.
Anyway, I was allowed to live in this shabby apartment in the suburbs that my grandfather owned, …… or rather, I was forced to move.
It had been vacant for many years, and at first it was not a place I would have been able to live in.
However, it seems that people used to live in the area even in such a state.
Therefore, the minimum infrastructure such as water, electricity, and gas was in place.
So, after three years of diligent DIY work, I managed to make a living.
Even though it was a shabby place, I could use the bathroom and toilet.
I am now satisfied with this house.
The house is well-furnished with furniture and appliances.
Where there are people who throw things away, there are people who pick them up.
Perhaps it was because there were very few pedestrians on the street, but there were many people illegally dumping in the vacant lot nearby.
I picked them up, recycled them, and turned them into my own furniture and appliances.
However, I still can’t get over how shabby they look.
Well, …… it’s fine.
The inside is more important than the outside, both for people and things.
Besides, this house used to belong to my grandfather, so I don’t have to pay rent.
So, I’m currently surviving on the money I get from my part-time job.
I park my bike in front of the apartment and climb the creaking stairs.
I open the door to my room, but of course there is no one inside.
It was lonely when I first came here, but I’m used to it now.
I put down my bag and lie down on the faded tatami mat to take a break.
Then, I pour myself a cup of barley tea and chat with my “girlfriend” with my phone in hand.
As I do so, I read a new romantic comedy light novel that I haven’t read yet, and I grin and fantasize to myself.
A world of one’s own….
No one is interfering with me.
It’s lonely, but for me it’s bliss.
I don’t need friends, girlfriends, or real life.
My fantasies are enough.
The line between real “girlfriend” and fantasy “girlfriend” is much thinner now.
I had a few chat sessions with my “girlfriend,” and we spent about an hour together, I think.
I don’t have a part-time job today, so I still have plenty of time.
I can devote myself to the manga and novels I want to read.
I stand up and make a big noise.
This is what I call a truly fulfilling after-school experience.
I knew I was right to ignore Mai’s invitation.
If I had followed Mai’s story, I would have felt uncomfortable without a doubt.
I remember Mai’s surroundings before I left.
Even though she had just transferred today, the whole class …… or even the whole school was already in an uproar over Mai alone.
It was not a good idea for me to talk to Mai in that condition.
I’m sure I would have been surrounded by Mai’s cronies and hung up by now.
And then suddenly …… I heard a knock at the door.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
My apartment is so rundown that it still looks vacant from the outside
Therefore, I rarely receive any kind of solicitation, and of course no one dares to ask about me.
But the knocking continues,
“Yui…..”
and I even hear a voice calling me.
And the voice is familiar.
“Yui! Please open the door!”
It’s Mai.
There was no doubt about it.
My head was in turmoil.
What was going on?
Why did Mai come to my house?
Or rather, how did she know where I live?
Was she following me?
But when did she …… No, why did she go that far to come to my house in the first place?
I wonder if she didn’t like my attitude earlier that much.
Is that why she came all the way to my house …… to complain to me?
I wonder if Mai’s …… was this persistent.
The banging on the door gets stronger.
“Please just …… open the door.”
There is no way around it.
Even if I continue to ignore it, I think my fault will be revealed.
I reluctantly open the door.
Mai was standing in front of the door in her uniform, with a thoughtful look on her face.
Upon closer inspection, I see that she even has what looks like swollen eyes.
Seeing her unusual appearance, I became concerned.
Perhaps Mai was in some kind of trouble?
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