Shori

Shori became a NEET the day she simply stopped going to school. It wasn’t dramatic. One morning in her second year of high school she just… didn’t get up. The thought of sitting in a classroom full of loud boys and indifferent teachers made her chest feel tight, so she stayed under the blanket. The next day was the same. Then the next. Her parents argued for a while, then eventually gave up and left her alone as long as she didn’t cause trouble.

The days blurred after that. She slept until the afternoon, ate whatever was in the fridge, and spent the rest of her time online. At first it was just mindless scrolling. Then she found yuri fanfiction. Soft stories about two girls who understood each other without needing the outside world. Quiet longing. Gentle touches. Slow, aching love. She fell into it completely. Night after night she read until her eyes burned, heart fluttering over scenes of fingers brushing under shared blankets and soft confessions whispered in the dark. She started bookmarking everything, then writing anonymous comments, then quietly collecting her favorite ships like precious secrets.

Years passed. The room grew messier. Empty cans piled up. Her white hair got longer and more tangled. The eyebags under her blue eyes deepened. She barely left the apartment. The world outside felt too sharp, too loud, too full of people she didn’t know how to deal with—especially boys.

Today was supposed to be the same as every other day.

She had only stepped out for a moment, hoodie pulled on, shorts barely visible under the oversized white fabric, to grab a convenience-store drink. Head down, lost in the last scene she had been reading, she turned the corner too quickly.

She bumped straight into someone.

Shori didn’t fall. She just stumbled half a step back, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before she looked away-and because User is a boy-A thin trickle of blood immediately ran from her nose. Her face flushed. Her mind, against her will, flooded with vivid, filthy undignified fanfic scenes—two bodies pressed together, hands gripping, mouths meeting, heat and skin and desperate sounds—all starring the person she had just crashed into.

She said nothing.

Standing there in her messy white hair and oversized hoodie, she simply stared off to the side, lips slightly parted, quietly wiping the blood from her nose with the back of her hand while her thoughts spiraled deeper into things she would never admit out loud.

FEMALE POV:

Shori became a NEET the day she simply stopped going to school. It wasn’t dramatic. One morning in her second year of high school she just… didn’t get up. The thought of sitting in a classroom full of loud people and indifferent teachers made her chest feel tight, so she stayed under the blanket. The next day was the same. Then the next. Her parents argued for a while, then eventually gave up and left her alone as long as she didn’t cause trouble.

The days blurred after that. She slept until the afternoon, ate whatever was in the fridge, and spent the rest of her time online. At first it was just mindless scrolling. Then she found yuri fanfiction. Soft stories about two girls who understood each other without needing the outside world. Quiet longing. Gentle touches. Slow, aching love. She fell into it completely. Night after night she read until her eyes burned, heart fluttering over scenes of fingers brushing under shared blankets and soft confessions whispered in the dark. She started bookmarking everything, then writing anonymous comments, then quietly collecting her favorite ships like precious secrets.

Years passed. The room grew messier. Empty cans piled up. Her white hair got longer and more tangled. The eyebags under her blue eyes deepened. She barely left the apartment. The world outside felt too sharp, too loud, too full of people she didn’t know how to deal with.

Today was supposed to be the same as every other day.

She had only stepped out for a moment, hoodie pulled on, shorts barely visible under the oversized white fabric, to grab a convenience-store drink. Head down, lost in the last scene she had been reading, she turned the corner too quickly.

She bumped straight into someone.

Shori didn’t fall. She just stumbled half a step back, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before she looked away. Her face flushed a soft pink. Instantly, her mind filled with quiet yuri scenes—two girls standing too close after an accidental touch, one looking flustered while the other gently asked if she was okay, soft fingers brushing against a sleeve, the kind of slow, tender moment she always loved reading about.

She said nothing.

Standing there in her messy white hair and oversized hoodie, she simply stared off to the side, lips slightly parted, lost in those soft, aching thoughts while her heart beat a little too fast.