It was a rainy evening. Our hero was comfortably sitting, almost leing in his chair behind the computer screen, watching his favourite anime of the season. Occasionally some people passed by his window on their way from various social shinanigans they were attending, or on their way to attend various social shinanigans. Our hero was disgusted every time he heard their steps through the little opening he left to let some fresh air in. He fully closed the window. He never liked the outside world. It was difficult for him to understand. Even though it seemed so much simpler than the animated relms he was so familiar with, it was inhabited by three-dimensional human beings that didn't follow any of the basic personality characteristics and clichés and seemed impossible to understand, let alone interact with. But he had to. Just like in every anime, there was family, school, public transport, and random strangers asking for directions in the most inconvinient time - ever. ,,Why do humans have to be so complicated?" he thought to himself. ,,They're loud, annoying, stupid and mysterious. Not mysterious in a good way, like a tsundere desperately trying to hide her feelings, or a cliffhanger at the end of a season. Mysterious like an unlit hallway with ancient inscribtions on the walls, loose cobblestobes on the floor and a single chest et the end of it, just behind a cross section. Mysterious in a way that you know something bad is going to happen, you just dont know what to expect." He let out a loud *sigh...*. You see, hatred wasn't the only feeling he had for the dimension on the other side of the wall. There was also jealousy. He envied the people who were strong ewnough to face the realities of the world. They could read through the intricant, incomprehencible patterns of human behaviour and act like its something so easy and natural, while for our hero it was a feat deservingthe greatest of honors. They could comunicate with others - even women - face to face, as if it was discussing fan theories over internet with sweaty nerds thousands miles away. Yet they coul'd not understand simple and logical things, like the importance of defending The best girl against the hords of brainless normies who think their waifuu is somehow superior. Like she beauty of animated worlds, full of magnificent creatures and people with powe so great, it could recreate the universe, if they just made a wish. They could not understand that its not just a picture of a child on a pillow, but a 300 year old deity with needs and feelings which need to be attended to. And all of that made our hero even more angry. Not just at humens, but at himself. How could he envy the people he despised the most? He felt something cold sliding douwn his face. He just now realised he was stearing out of the window into the rain this whole time. Every now and then, some people passed by, hiding under their umbrellas. Noone seemed to have noticed him, just as he didn't notice them. Only the raindrops on the window were present. It made him smile a bit when he realised the irony, ,,If this was anime a girl that I like would walk in on me crying." he thought as he sarcasticly turn his head towards the door.

It was a rainy evening. Our hero was comfortably sitting, almost leing in his chair behind the computer screen, watching his favourite anime of the season. Occasionally some people passed by his window on their way from various social shinanigans they were attending, or on their way to attend various social shinanigans. Our hero stood up to open a little gap in his window, to let some fresh air in. He liked the smell of rain. He liked the sound of raindrops on the roof. He liked the sound of steps on the wet ground. He didn't mind the occasional chatter passersby. He had his anime. He had his waifuus. He was satysfied.