[Short Story (Comedy)] That Time I Was 2000 Characters
A hint of BL flavor, beware.
[HL: If it's a doppelganger, it looks like me, but why do you know it's me?]
"Huh? Isn't that Hisaya?"
I froze at the voice that suddenly came from behind me, and turned around with a creak, as if my joints were actually making noise. As I did, I felt my face go pale. I say 'felt' because I assumed that from the outside, no one would notice—or at least, they shouldn't have.
Even as I thought that, Kouki was running straight toward me.
Why? Why is he here? Or rather, that's not the point. Why did he know it was me?
Kouki's eyes were sparkling as usual, and I despaired at the realization that he really knew it was me. Still, clinging to a glimmer of hope, I spoke in the highest voice I could muster.
"Um, er, who are you?"
"Huh? What are you talking about? Wait, why are you dressed like that?"
Kouki looked me up and down, looking blank.
"Eh? W-what?"
My head was spinning like a washing machine, wondering how I should answer.
My current outfit was, well, sweet lolita. In other words, a skirt with lots of fluffy frills, a light blonde wig, and a brimmed hat on top. My face was heavily made up, so there was no way he could tell it was me. There's no way, right? I'm usually just a normal high school boy...
But Kouki found me out. My hobby of cross-dressing...
Ah, it's over. Kouki is my classmate. He'll definitely spread such an interesting story around. He's the type whose brain and mouth are directly connected, and he's just that thoughtless. My high school life is over. How am I supposed to spend the next year and a half? Before I knew it, something was leaking from the corners of my eyes.
"E-er, are you really sure I'm not Hisaya?"
Perhaps my agitation was contagious, as Kouki began to panic visibly. Can I somehow bluff my way through this...?
"I-I'm sorry. I can only think of you as Hisaya, er, my friend."
It's no use. I don't know why, but Kouki is probably convinced that I am Hisaya. I don't know why. So, surely, that's it. I started to cry in earnest.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you at all. Um, you must be Hisaya's doppelganger."
"...Huh?"
Time stopped in my head.
I don't quite understand what he's saying. Kouki has always been a bit of an airhead, but I didn't think he was an idiot who had broken through the heavens...
And then, leaving only shock and vibration in my head, time began to move as if nothing had happened.
"Um, what are you talking about?"
"Oh, right. Well, there's a story that there are three people in this world who look exactly the same, called doppelgangers."
No, I know that. No, that's not it.
But is this a chance to correct the course? Even when I cautiously searched Kouki's expression, there was no sign that he was teasing me. And I was even more shaken by the fact that he was serious.
"Um, do I really look that much like this, er, Hisaya person?"
"No, rather than looking like him, I can only think of you as Hisaya. But Hisaya is definitely not a girl."
At that point, wouldn't you normally think it's just a coincidence? Why are you doing a backflip in your logic there?
However, I couldn't help but gulp, and I flinched again, but Kouki didn't seem to notice. I was saved by the ribbon tied around my neck to hide my Adam's apple. So that means he sees me as a girl... but even before that, there's no way I'd be wearing sweet lolita, well, I am wearing it though.
"I-I see. But there might be people who look alike, so, see you later."
"Wait!"
As I tried to leave, my wrist was grabbed. It hurt. I desperately held back a masculine grunt.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just, I can only think of you as Hisaya."
He's persistent. I don't care if I'm a doppelganger, just go away. I'm going home now, too.
"U-um?"
"I don't know what to do. Actually..."
Tell me what I should do.
"I'm in love with Hisaya."
What did you say?!
Wait, hold on, is this guy gay? Seriously? No, it's not like I can talk, being a cross-dressing guy.
"So, since you're a doppelganger, I thought you might know how to get Hisaya to like me."
Is this guy sane? A doppelganger wouldn't know something like that.
"E-er, I, um, don't know this Hisaya person?"
"But you're a doppelganger!"
What is this absolute trust in doppelgangers?
"Um, I don't have any awareness of being Hisaya's doppelganger."
That's for real. I mean, I am the person himself.
"O-oh, I see. But I can only think of you as Hisaya..."
I don't understand at all why he thinks I'm Hisaya, but there's no mistake that I am Hisaya...
No, that's not it, am I...? I'm starting to get confused.
"Um, anyway, I have things to do, so I'll be going."
"Could you meet me again if you don't mind? I want to know about Hisaya. How can I get Hisaya to like me?"
"But I'm not Hisaya."
"I can only think of you as Hisaya!"
Ugh!!
"Even if you say that..."
"If you're busy today, then just once. Please, let me talk to you slowly just once. Please."
This is bad... What's bad is that this guy doesn't listen to reason.
Should I call the police...? But if I do, it'll be revealed that I'm Hisaya, in the end. I don't want that, that's the only thing I don't want. Ugh... I have no choice.
"Um, if it's just once. If it's really just once."
"Thank you. Just once, I promise."
...I think Kouki is a guy who doesn't lie. He's simple. No, he's too simple, isn't he?
And so, for some reason, I ended up having a date with Kouki next week.
Just once.
Fin
Continuation.
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