Requested by DanganTaliaFan
(Btw Hikikomori means someone who hides in their room, internet addict, antisocial af, ya you get it. )
Enjoy!!

I always was antisocial.

Hiding in my room, sheltered by the harsh reality of the world.

I got mad at my parents for trying to get me out of the house.

We would fight. We would tell. I would go to my room and watch more anime.(me tho) I didn't care.

But I was stupid.

The moment I heard the words, I broke down.

"I'm so sorry, your parents were announced dead on arrival."

A car crash sent my parents to a unexpected and early death.

I couldn't take it.

I cried for days. I didn't come out of my room. Not even for eating. Not for anything. (Well except for going to the Bathroom tho) I stayed up late and browsed the internet, not a care in the world.

They all looked at me with those sympathetic eyes.

Get off my case. You don't understand what I've been through.

I told my caretakers I didn't want to go to a therapist. I told them I'm fine in my room. They told me that I should. That I would feel better if I do.

It took a long time but eventually they persuaded me into going.

My memory was fuzzy, but I remember that they told me to go into a room.

It had light green wallpaper and white wood decorating the walls. There were paintings of forests and grasslands. A nice little white desk sat on the back wall with a black swivel chair.

This actually looks pleasant.

You sat on a white couch with a little wood table with a green drink on top.

You heard a door slam and you turned around to see a little girl in a wheelchair. She looked around your age.

She wheeled up to the desk and then looked at you, her gaze piercing yours.

"Hello Y/N. I am Miaya Gekkogahara. Ultimate Therapist."

You remembered your parents speaking about her and her skills. She was apparently very talented and world renowned. Even though she was young.

"Hi." You stared at your feet, trying not to make eye contact.

"I would like it if you would look at me please."

You slowly lifted your gaze to meet hers.

"Thank you. Now, I heard that your parents have passed in an unfortunate car crash."

"Yes."

"I'm very sorry for your loss."

"Yeah right." You mumbled under your breath.

"Anyway, we are here to talk about it. Now, how did you used to act around your parents?"

You were quiet at first but reluctantly answered, "I...didn't like them." Your voice was quiet. "I thought they were annoying and I wanted them to go away."

"Mhm. Go on."

"And..," You drew in a sharp breath. "I would always be mean and say..horrible things."

"Thank you. That was very helpful." She took her clipboard and wrote down some notes.

"So I heard you are a Hikikomori. A person who stays in their room, being on their devices, anti social, that sort of thing."

"Yeah, that's true."

"How do you feel now?"

Her question puzzled you.

How do I feel?

"I..feel...awful. I cry a lot. There is always a horrible feeling in my stomach. It won't go away and crying makes it worse."

Miaya nodded and jotted down some more notes.

"It seems you are in grief. You feel bad to how you treated your parents and your guilt is piling up."

She sounds right.

"I guess so."

Miaya smiled. "I think that's exactly what's going on. But only you know for sure. You can talk about it with me. That's my job after all. I'm here to help you."

You sighed. "Ok. Thank you."

"Of course Y/N. So why do you keep being pent up in your room so much?"

"Because society sucks. I've been bullied before. I've seen what they have done. So I started to stay in my room..until I...did it all the time."

"Ah I see. Sorry to bring up bad memories."

"It's fine."

"So I think you should start coming out of your room. Just for a few hours maybe. Find someone that will hang out with you. Explore the town a bit."

"Who would I pick? I don't have any friends?"

"Well just pick someone who is nice to you."

You were thinking of the perfect person.

"C-could I pick you?" You blushed a little.

"Oh of course. We will start tommorow for our session. Anyway time is up. Return home and meet me tommorow at the same time." She smiled and wheeled away.

I really like her. She's nice.

(TIME SKIP)

"Well hello Y/N. We are going to have a walk today. But in a specific place. Follow me!"

She wheeled off and opened the doors that led outside.

You and her walked all the way to the Gonta Pine Trails. Located a few blocks away.

"Wow. Why here?" You looked at Miaya.

"People say that the butterflies are the prettiest they have ever seen. Also the trees have are marvelous. Maybe it would calm you and help you reciprocate from your loss."

"Ah I see." You looked at the forest. The pine trees were indeed marvelous. Different shades of green colored the forest, light pouring in the cracks, casting on the forest floor.

I'm glad I'm here with Miaya. Even though I don't feel like going out. I never do...but I feel different when I'm with her. She's calming.

You two spent the day walking around, laughing at each other's horrible jokes.

"So..Miaya...if you don't mind me asking..how did you end up in the wheelchair?"

Her wheelchair stopped. Her gaze focusing on the forest floor.

"I..."

"If you don't feel comfortable telling me..I wont bring it up again. You don't have to tell me."

"No. You have the right to know. I pry into your secrets..so you can pry into mine.."

You noticed she took a sharp breath in.

"Can..you keep a secret?"

"Of course. Only for you."

"I..I'm a robot."

Your eyes widened.

A robot?

You thought those only existed in shows and movies.

"That's the expression I usually get from telling people. Though I don't tell many."

"Wow."

"Mhm. But..I used to controlled by my maker, Monaca. She decided she didn't need me so she programmed me so that I can move and live my life on my own. I still visit her, but I'm free."

"I..wouldn't have guessed."

"No one could honestly. But..I have a problem."

"A problem?"

"One..that even I can't solve."

"Wow must be some problem. "

"Yes..quite so...," She looked into your eyes, "I..can't feel emotions.."

"Can't..feel emotions?"

"Yes..I can't feel anything. Happiness, guilt, fear, anger....love." Her gaze was filled with sorrow. Fake sorrow.

"I have adapted and acted the way other people do...so maybe one day I can learn..how to feel."

"I..didn't know..I'm so sorry Miaya."

"It's..fine..you seem trustworthy.."

She looked up at the Setting sun in the sky.

"Oh..it's time to head back. Let's go." Her wheelchair immediately rolled ahead, making you run to catch up.

I can't believe she trusted me with that information. I must be special lol.

You desperately ached for your phone as you headed back.

(Timeskip because I'm lazy lol)

Time passed. You went to Miaya's office every day. She told you could skip some days but you liked her, so you went.

Every day you admired her. How her beautiful short blue hair draped over her red scarf. How she would laugh at your awful internet puns.

You realized you loved her right off the bat.

You wanted to tell her, but you thought it might ruin your relashionship and you might not see her again.

But you were ready. Today was the day you would confess your admiration. You didn't care if she was a robot. She gave you more care and love than anyone did.

Your grief still lingered though. You still would remember and you sill would cry. But Miaya made it better. Day by Day.

This was the last day for her to be your therapist. The last chance to tell her. The last chance to see her beautiful eyes.

As you entered her room, you were ok edge.

What will happen? I guess I have to do this to find out. I need to stop being a baby.

"Y/N! Hello!" Her mellifluous tone rang out.

You sat down and took in a sharp breath.

"Alright Y/N. This is the last day for you to be here. Honestly, you've improved so much and you don't need to be here the whole time, so if you would like to go, that's fine."

"Actually..I have a problem I would like to ask for your advice for."

Curiousity fulfilled her gaze. "Go on then."

"I..have a crush on this girl. She's different from the rest, but kind. So kind. She's beautiful, to her hair to her shoes. I..don't know how to confess."

"If you really want me to answer...I think you should tell her. She probably feels the same way. Plus, you might never get the chance ever again." She said in a quiet voice.

"Thank you. That helps a lot."

"Of course. Who's the lucky lady?"

"You." You squeaked out.

"Pardon?"

"You. I said you Miaya. You are the only person who has cared. Who has helped me."

"Y/N..."

"I want to be with you. Maybe not as your significant other, but as your best friend forever."

Miaya frowned and looked away.

"Do.....you not like me back?" You gulped, sweaty from the tension.

She stood there, with a poker face, not moving.

"Miaya?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I don't know. I..don't know. I can't..feel anything. I can't feel any emotion. I wish I could return my feelings. But I don't..have a heart."

You hugged her tight.

"What..are you doing?"

"You can feel emotion Miaya."

"No I can't. Why do you say so?"

"Because." You wiped a tear off her cheek.

"You are crying."

She felt her face and when she saw the tears she smiled. An actual smile.

She hugged you back.

"Thank you Y/N. You've helped me more than anyone else could have. Thank you.

You smiled as you knew this was going to be a beginning to a beautiful blossoming friendship.

(Sniffs..cries)
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