Anime Crossover: My Online Romance is Megumi Kato

I haven't had an experience like this since elementary school. And my elementary school experiences aren't worth remembering.

Incidentally, the bullying that Nishimiya Shoko Elementary School experienced was not only discrimination among students, but also the inaction of teachers. Objectively speaking, the strangers she encountered since childhood did not give her enough positive energy.

Yuta Kijima glanced at her, seemingly wary of him. It seemed that Shoko Nishimiya wasn't as naive as he had thought.

Judging from her expression, if Kijima Yuta didn't say anything, she would definitely decide to stand there indefinitely.

Yuta Kijima narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over Shoko Nishimiya before patting the seat next to him, gesturing for her to sit down.

Faced with this, Nishimiya Shoko could only sit down with a nervous expression.

Yuta Kijima could clearly smell a pleasant fragrance wafting towards him.

"Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" Seeing that Nishimiya Shoko was almost capable of delivering chairs, Kijima Yuta had to take out his phone to chat with her, otherwise she would have sat down on the ground.

"No...no, I'm just a little uncomfortable." Nishimiya Shoko's cheeks flushed slightly, a little embarrassed. "I don't usually have many friends, so I've never spent time with anyone like this before. I'm sorry."

Yuta Kijima was a little surprised. Nishimiya Shoko was very beautiful. Could it be because of her hearing impairment?

Seeing the slightly puzzled look on Kijima Yuta's face, Nishimiya Shoko felt a little embarrassed. "Because I've had a hearing impairment since I was little, no one has ever wanted to play with me." Nishimiya Shoko lowered her head, and the phone in her hand seemed to hang limply.

Yuta Kijima felt sorry for her. Her hearing impairment wasn't her problem, but people always attacked her for it.

She didn't do anything wrong, but to others, everything she did was wrong.

In fact, Nishimiya Shoko wears a hearing aid, which means she still has some hearing, but no one is willing to give her a chance, a chance to prove herself.

Yuta Kijima had this thought in his previous life: it's okay not to pay attention to or care about special groups, but there's no need to speculate about them with malice. It's a tragedy for society and a responsibility of the whole society.

I believe that Nishimiya Shoko once made friends with hope, but now all she talks about is sadness, and she has no beautiful memories to recall.

Hey.

Looking at the pitiful girl in front of him, Kijima Yuta gently tugged at Nishimiya Shoko's sleeve, urging her to come closer. "It's alright. I came here to study alone, and I don't have any friends. In a way, we're all the same." He handed the screen to Nishimiya Shoko, who was looking down.

I hope this can ease her pain. It's not easy to be alone, especially when she's enduring pain that others can hardly understand.

Nishimiya Shoko also looked over. The boy in front of her was wearing glasses and his forehead was covered by thick hair, but upon closer inspection, he did not have that decadent air. On the contrary, he seemed to be full of vitality.

And the fact that he helped me retrieve the notebook from the river shows that he is a helpful person.

Can someone like that not have any friends?

Could I be his friend? But my hearing impairment is a difficult problem to solve. He would definitely find learning sign language troublesome, not to mention other methods...

"Are you studying here all by yourself?" Nishimiya Shoko asked, looking at Kijima Yuta with curiosity.

“Yeah, I came here to study. I don’t know anyone here, so we’re actually pretty much the same,” Yuta Kijima said, looking at her calmly and taking a sip of his milk tea.

Chapter 20 Glass's Friend

"What kind of friends do you think someone like me could have? I'm a total shut-in."

Yuta Kijima smiled slightly as he looked at Shoko Nishimiya. After all, he wanted to prevent her from feeling too humble, so a little self-deprecation was perfectly acceptable.

When Nishimiya Shoko looked at the phone, her eyes softened with tenderness, and she looked distressed.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I… I can be your friend.” Nishimiya Shoko’s pretty face flushed slightly as she shyly showed the words on the screen to Kijima Yuta. “Besides, I don’t dislike anime culture, so you don’t have to worry. If possible, I can try to learn about the things you like.”

Yuta Kijima handed her the milk tea with a smile, saying, "If you'd like."

Nishimiya Shoko nodded quickly upon seeing this, then lowered her head and drank her milk tea. If Kijima Yuta didn't mind, she had longed for a friend for a long time—a friend who wouldn't mind her.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

After finishing his milk tea, Kijima Yuta glanced at Nishimiya Shoko, who was holding the milk tea and seemed to be biting the straw, since she hadn't drunk much of it.

"Let's go, I'll take you home. Otherwise, your family will worry," Yuta Kijima typed to Shoko Nishimiya. Friendships are built over time; there's a long road ahead.

Nishimiya Shoko nodded gently, like a timid breeze in the wilderness.

Yuta Kijima stood up. "By the way, which direction does your house face?"

Nishimiya Shoko typed out an address, and he searched for it on his phone after looking at it.

Ok…

It's not far from where I currently live, just a few blocks away.

Then let's take her home. I'm worried about letting her go home alone.

Two figures walked one after the other toward Nishimiya Shoko's house, looking like a young couple who had just had a tiff.

"You?" Kijima Yuta was feeling a bit bored, so he typed on his phone to chat with Nishimiya Shoko. "Are you doing okay in your life lately? Is anyone bullying you at school?"

“No.” Nishimiya Shoko shook her head and typed on her phone, “I’m doing well since I transferred to my current school. Everyone around me is nice, but I don’t have any real friends.”

"If you're willing to be my true friend," Nishimiya Shoko thought silently to herself after glancing at Kijima Yuta's profile.

Nishimiya Shoko obediently followed behind Kijima Yuta, occasionally stealing a glance at him. After thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but tug at Kijima Yuta's shirt.

"Since we're friends, can we exchange contact information?"

The hand holding Kijima Yuta's shirt trembled slightly, and she made a sound like a mosquito buzzing. Her hand holding the phone was also stiff and held up in front of Kijima Yuta's eyes. Nishimiya Shoko's face turned red and circles appeared in her eyes as she made this gesture.

"Ah, of course, I didn't think of that just now." Kijima Yuta was a little surprised.

It's clear that Nishimiya Shoko took a lot of courage to do something so proactive.

“We’re friends from now on. If you ever feel down, you can contact me. Remember, you already have a friend to share things with.” Yuta Kijima smiled, exchanged LINE contacts with Shoko Nishimiya, and then turned back to lead the way.

"call……"

Nishimiya Shoko took a deep breath, feeling as if she had just surfaced after diving in the deep sea, and couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe.

Will I be able to have a real friend?

Does he really want to be friends with someone like me?

If this is a dream, I hope it lasts a long time.

Nishimiya Shoko glanced at Kijima Yuta's retreating figure, her heart pounding with excitement.

There's no way around it. This girl has made friends since she was little, but none of them have stayed with her as time went on. Just learning sign language alone is enough to stop a bunch of people who are only enthusiastic for a short time.

In the end, it's considered a stroke of luck if Nishimiya Shoko isn't harmed.

"Nishimiya, I'm serious." Perhaps sensing the girl's hesitation behind him, Kijima Yuta solemnly assured Nishimiya Shoko.

“Yes, I believe Kijima.” Nishimiya Shoko quickly typed a message for Kijima.

Regardless of whether Yuta Kijima was serious or just talking nonsense, she was already very happy and content.

Yuta Kijima nodded. "I have a pretty strong learning ability, so we won't have to go through this trouble anymore." He winked.

Nishimiya Shoko nodded seriously and followed Kijima Yuta home.

The two walked out of the park and were only a few minutes away from Nishimiya Shoko's house. When they arrived, the residents along the road greeted Nishimiya Shoko warmly.

It seems that Nishimiya Shoko is very popular in this area.

Indeed, I believe that if Nishimiya Shoko didn't have hearing impairment, she could have a perfectly good life, and it wouldn't just be what it is now.

School bullying in island nations is a persistent problem that no one seems to be able to solve.

Kijima Yuta looked at Nishimiya Shoko with some surprise. At this moment, Nishimiya Shoko greeted familiar people with a smile, and she would respond warmly as long as they raised their hands.

However, what intrigued Kijima Yuta was Nishimiya Shoko's hearing aid. He felt that she should be able to hear some sounds, but he didn't know what the key factor was. Perhaps she needed to get closer to speak. Kijima Yuta couldn't ask her about it now, but he would wait until later.

"Since you're almost home, I'll be going now." Seeing that Nishimiya Shoko got along well with the people here, Kijima Yuta wasn't worried about her safety on her way home, so he typed this message to her.

"Huh? Mm..."

Nishimiya Shoko turned her attention away from the neighbors who were greeting her, paused for a moment, and suddenly realized that she was almost home and he was about to leave.

Actually, she wanted to take Yuta Kijima home to thank him in person. It was just a simple invitation, so why couldn't she do it?

Nishimiya Shoko lowered her head dejectedly, staring at her toes... Well, there will be other opportunities...

Yuta Kijima glanced at it. "We're already friends. Just keep in touch if anything comes up." He picked up his phone and held it up to Shoko Nishimiya.

This young lady is probably worried that she'll never see her new friend again once they've left.

Do not worry.

I will fulfill my responsibilities as a friend.

Nishimiya Shoko felt that today was a lucky day. Although her most important notebook of written communication had fallen into the water, she had also made a friend because of it, a friend who cared about her.

She nodded vigorously involuntarily and shook her phone in the same way.

Nishimiya Shoko made a "V" sign with her hand and placed it near her waist, which meant "see you next time."

When Kijima Yuta saw Nishimiya Shoko make that gesture, he didn't know what it meant.

However, since Nishimiya Shoko used this gesture, it must mean goodbye, so he responded with the same gesture.

Nishimiya Shoko's eyes widened upon seeing this, and a happy expression visibly appeared on her face.

Unfortunately, Yuta Kijima had already turned and left, and missed this beautiful view...

[Sign Language Level 1: 1/100]

Chapter 21 Untitled

When Yuta Kijima returned to his apartment, it was already 6 p.m.

The door clicked open, and Yuta Kijima, looking slightly tired, threw his schoolbag on the floor.

Tonight I'm going to be working myself to the bone again, writing non-stop. Kijima Yuta doesn't dislike what happened today; in fact, he thinks it's quite good. Ordinary daily life, occasionally disrupted by unexpected events, has its own unique charm.

The only extra thing is that Nishimiya Shoko was added to the contacts.

It would be even better if we didn't have to cook.

Even though his culinary skills are already at a master level, it doesn't solve his laziness problem.

The leaves outside the window rustled, and the sound made me not want to move at all.

People work hard so that they can better slack off.

Yuta Kijima hurriedly made a simple fried rice before seven o'clock. Looking at the rotten vegetable leaves left in the refrigerator, he realized that he would have to go and stock up on some more before he got home on the weekend.

A simple plate of ham and egg fried rice on the table, its aroma filling the air.

[Cooking Skill Level 5: 30/100]

Once he reaches this level, ordinary meals can no longer limit his skills.