TW: Mention of self-harm
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“Patibato” is my life.
Among the characters of the story, “Chiyoda Reito” in particular is the essence of my life.
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“Crap, If I don't hurry, it might be all gone…!”
After class ended today, I was caught by the teacher who would talk way too long. The content of their sermon was something about my daily behavior during class.
Things like me getting distracted or why I would read nothing but manga under the desk… Out of all days, just why did it have to be today?
I blurted out that I’ll listen to them as much as they want after today and that they should let this one slide just for today, which made my attitude add more fuel to the fire and drag the sermon even longer.
“Next arrival of goods to be decided”
“...”
I rushed into the anime shop’s display case of new products that I usually go to.
The merch that I wanted, which wasn't available for reservation, was taken and has already run out.
“Seriously… I really wish that this would stop.”
My lack of luck and the fact that I don't have any friends to ask to buy on my behalf made me feel dizzy.
“Arrival of goods to be decided…? Words like these should be the first ones to disappear from this world.”
Students may as well be like slaves.
It has been a long time since working adults were being ridiculed as corporate slaves or corporate warriors, but I think that the same thing goes for students.
At this place called 'school’, they're physically restricted on what they can do, they’re forced to do their club activities after classes end, and they do their homework and chores once they arrive home. Their time is spent on things like that.
To say that kids have time that they can use as they like, adults are wrong to think that.
“Damn it…!”
Amidst all of that, I was over here trying to somehow make use of the little free time that I have.
Participating in events, making shrines, exchanging official merch and blind box merch, getting an endless collection of a single merch, going on an outing with your nui, having a birthday celebration in real-life anime locations...
“Ah… Geez… I don't care about anything anymore… Damn it…”
Unsteadily walking out of the store, not being able to take it any longer, I looked around my surroundings to make sure no one was there and banged my head on the wall. Over and over again.
I failed. I'm such a failure. I'm sorry, Reito, I'm so sorry that I couldn't get you home.
This time’s acrylic stand is themed ‘Training Camp Match 1st Year Winter ~Wedding Cake~’.
All of the characters are dressed in fine bridal outfits.
I absolutely won't forgive myself if I can't get them on the first day. I might as well die ten thousand deaths if I do.
It was cold on the way home. Even the weather wasn’t good.
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The place I'm returning to isn't the dormitory, but my parents’ home instead.
There, I can do whatever I want without anyone bothering me.
“...Okay, not bad.”
I was taking my frustration for not being able to accomplish my goal and the love for my oshi, which I planned on giving to their new acrylic stand, out on a certain object.
“It’s filling up pretty nicely.”
Holding up the oshi-colored apron filled with can badges and pin badges all over the place, I felt satisfied.
On its chest, where the acrylic stand was supposed to be, is a new, large-sized aluminum piece that I purchased.
That's right, in this PatiKitchen[1], ours isn’t an ‘ita-bag’ but an ‘ita-apron’, obviously.
“I’ve gotta finish this before Reito’s birthday.”
I guess this is what you call an accumulation of love.
This physical weight of my love that has accumulated along with the feelings of insanity are something that I can’t get enough of, to say the least.
Nonetheless, since Reito's merch is in high demand, my pocket money is honestly going to be in a rather tight situation, but… that’s alright with me.
Because I feel like I would even go as far as to cut myself into pieces for Reito.
“Now then…”
Satisfied with the rows of shining and gleaming can badges, I start my next daily routine—scrolling through SNS.
You don't know how many new fanworks are being created in just one day after all.
“‘Patibato!’...”
With great determination, I went on searching for every possible keyword that I could think of.
‘Pâtissier Battle’, ‘Chiyoda Reito’, ‘ReiOu’, ‘Rei0u’, ‘Chocolate Pudding’, and et cetera.
“Woah, this person's art is so good… Eh, wait… they draw this sort of extreme stuff too!? Oh my god… you can't just do that sort of thing! It's so dazzling that I can't look at it…!
This must be what happiness is. That many godly works are being created today as well.
Being completely immersed in the sea of SNS with excitement, several tens of minutes passed.
“...Ah.”
It appeared, “Reito x Shouta”.
Blocked within seconds, I pretend that nothing happened.
Well, a person's different interpretation can't be helped. In a world like this, segregation is more important than everything else, and I won't be seeing that again, so it's alright.
And then, the most exciting thing that I generally scroll to last is—
“Acid Rain-sensei…!”
I checked Acid Rain-sensei’s, the god of the Reiou community, new works and spent time reading their past works, even if they aren't updated anymore.
“What's wrong? Could you still be embarrassed about doing this sort of thing?”
“Th-That's because… I still can't believe it. Why would someone like Reito-kun be with me…”
“Saying such things out of your mouth, perhaps I should just eat that now.”
“Nn…!?”
“...Thank you for the food.”
“Re-Reito-kun!”
“Your lips tasted sweet. Compared to chocolate… it's even sweeter.”
“No… No matter how many times I read this, I still go nuts about it!? Even if I've read this! Even if I've read this for god knows how many times, the flavor never fades away and it still stays fresh! What the hell is this sorcery? This is seriously driving me insane!”
After rolling around on my bed, I pressed my face onto a pillow and screamed while writhing in deligh.
There’s no way I can keep being sane after reading that.
“I’m going nuts! It’s so cute that it's going to kill me! Just please kill me already, Acid Rain-sensei!”
The great Acid Rain-sensei who makes my emotions such a mess.
I heard that Sensei will also be on-site at the large-scale doujinshi convention that’ll be happening in a few months, however…
“I want to meet them and express my gratitude for everything that they've done…!”
I want to go, but…
“...I can't handle crowds…”
—End of Track 1
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Footnotes:
[1] PatiKicthen is probably the fandom's name which probably comes from pâtissier kitchen,, i might be wrong for either of them though lol ↑
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