-Why am I crying? Snoop Dogg is probably over there and he just went all out this time.

-No, it's not that...

My head is starting to hurt and I fell a litlle bit dizzy, those are some signs of overexertion.

I just need to go back and pass the hell out. A good night of rest will make me better. Part of me wants this to be just a figment of my fertile imagination, the other part of me doesn't.

At least it's Friday...

Just almost an hour later I arrive at my neighborhood. As soon as I was going to exit a girl pulled my arm back. Her eyes are the ones of someone whose vital energy is energy drinks, caffeine, really. I can relate. She had a sketchbook on her hands. I could read:

Is that cosplay?

I feel like I'm swimming through River Styx just to stay awake, but I guess that a little chat won't hurt even more.

-Yeah, it's Swordblaster Enla Iban Shai Tomniri from That time I got reincarnated as a Succubus.

She looks so angry, then she laughs, my imagination complemented the movements of her mouth with a beautiful, anime girl laugh, but, in reality, it is silent like the middle of a desert on a summer day.

I misjudged her, she isn't shy, she is mute. She is wearing a really fluffy turtleneck sweater. That makes me think that she suffered some sort of accident that left her some bad marks. You really shouldn't judge people by their covers. The coolest books often have the most uncharming looks.

She wrote with the speed and movements of someone very talented.

You can't fool me

You made that name up just now and that anime doesn't even exist

I'm a mangaka y'a know I know my stuff

People like these always put a smile on my face. She lost something so...priceless, and yet she still wanted to create and work. Voices are kinda overrated.

My comedic genius wants to take a shot:

-It doesn't exist yet. Don't underestimate me.

My response is a little grin.

I can barely stand, but my heart tells me that this is someone I just can't turn my back and walk away like an elderly you help cross the street. Well, mirage or not I'm giving her my number.

-Can you lend me a piece of paper? It's gonna worth it.-Says the guy with a ridicule outfit to the manga artist.

My face is probably the face you would make if you ever had a first degree encounter with an Oni in the middle of the forest, I can feel my facial muscles tighten like swimming shorts after a dive. I'm almost crapping my pants here.

After very carefully watching over my composture-very likely to mess with me-she rips a blank page and hands it over.

-I didn't need this much paper, but alright.

-Here.

She looks at it and then looks at me with the same eyes of a child who is angry with a parent for a petty reason.

Of course, for a kid there is no such thing as a petty reason.

They live in an utopic world. I envy them. You grow up and you have that magic taken away from you, and you feel empty, empty as a cheeseburguer wth no meat.

That truly is one capital cruelty, but what can you do? The world always keeps spinning around.

-I know that we shouldn't part ways this early, besides, I've never met a mangaka before. I'll see you around!

With her wave, I know she liked the idea of meeting some other day.

I pratically crawled on all fours to home. With the final drops of energy that were left in me, I managed to climb to my bedroom window. I've done this some nights for the past few weeks so I know my away around the rooms with not a single light on. That doesn't mean I don't stumble around as well though.

-Damn it!-Was my instinctual verbal response to nearly breaking some of my toes on the side of my bed.

Luckily and conveniently, I can hear the snoring of Dad, at least I can know for sure that I didn't wake him up with that.

Lets's go, I just need to take of the pants and...

Shit! Someone opened the front door! There's not enough time!

Fine, I'll just throw this inside my closet hideout and make what is called a pro gamer move.

By that I mean getting in bed just like an olypic swimmer would, hide my mask under my body and cover myself with the blankets, only leaving my head out.

You wouldn't want to be cold, would you?

The entity that opened my bedroom door and scouted the surroundings with her all-seeing eyes was Mom.

It's not like she doesn't give me the freedom to go to bed at the time I want, but the situation differed, so it took all of my concentration to act like someone who is actually sleeping.

If you've ever done that, you know how hard it is to resist the urge to laugh.

She bought it and closed the door, or at least she pretended to believe in it so I lower my guard.

I wouldn't dare to underestimate her.

Let me just take off the shirt and hide everything near my feet...

There, I just need to make sure I wake up before anyone else so I can properly put this away where it belongs, far from my family's eyes.

Honestly, I don't even know how they would react. This isn't something that someone who is right in their head would do.

Let me just stretch my back properly...ah, yes, I can feel the stiffness going away, no, you need a massage for that!

I need some vacations.

Breathe, calm yourself, there is no point in insisting to think that all of that really happened...

But if that's the case, then I wish...oh, I wish just like I wished during all of this time, to see Fubuki onece again.

As I close my eyes all I can see is her face, no wonder that she populates my dreams.

They say that dreams could be interpreted as divine messages, premonitions, I want to prove this true.

I'm really tired.

I open my eyes.

-Wait a sec'...I don't know this ceiling!