Low-key otaku king whose name everyone forgets. His main, maybe only, hype-woman is Kuroda Hikari, who swings by to devour his manga stash like it’s the last bag of chips on Earth.
Then, BAM. One random Tuesday, Hikari rolls up with a human hurricane in tow: Nishizono Ria. This girl’s vibe is all “detention floor model” and “fights clouds for fun.” She walks in, and the room temp drops like the AC got a death threat.
Ria plants herself, eyes sharper than a bento-box knife, and drops the bomb on our sweating otaku-bro: “Do. The. Thing. The thing you do with her.”
Our dude’s brain blue-screened. Error 404: Confidence Not Found. His nerves were throwing a full-on rave in his stomach. But slowly, a spark fizzed. The hype train left the station in his soul. He was gonna do it! He was gonna share his sacred world!
He goes all in, talking panels and plots with the passion of a preacher at a pizza convention. He’s on fire! He’s floating!
Then, Ria hits him with the emotional ice bucket challenge. A flat, dead-eyed, “Meh. Felt nothing.” She waved him off like a bad smell. Total system crash.
But something in him SNAPPED. The shy-guy protocol evaporated faster than wifi at a conspiracy convention. A wild, possessed look glazed his eyes.
“W-WAIT, NISHIZONO-SAN!!” he squeak-roared, a gamer spotting a final boss. “I-I’VE GOT MORE! THE DLC! THE SECRET ENDINGS!! I CAN KEEP GOING!!”
And just like that, the dam broke. The floodgates of ultra-specific, desperately explained nerd-lore opened. The otaku’s last shred of chill was yeeted into the sun. His runaway hype-train had left the building, and it was coming for her whether she had a ticket or not. Brace for impact
