Introduction: This story is fiction and contains dangerous actions. The author does not advise or recommend any of the actions in the story to be freely replicated by readers. Please consider safety before attempting to imitate any segment of the story. The story contains explicit, adult content and is intended for adult readers only (18+). It is not recommended to look at the Internet, future books in the series or friends for spoilers.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Dialogue is bold. Dialogue generally alternates between speakers on every new dialogue line, unless otherwise indicated.
Signage are bold too.
I have been an adult for a few years now.
My life, as I know it, has completely changed because of this girl.
I had nowhere to go, three months ago.
Iteni had the extra space, so I moved in with her. I changed my name, to Porma.
I needed to escape my past.
Our relationship was, less than the usual. You could say we were acquaintances. Every night was calmer than the day.
It was calmer than calm—as I write this down, for myself.
We slept in the same bed.
She only had one queen bed, and we could never conclude on who would sleep alone.
It was the most awesome bed ever.
We shared a bed.
We shared a car.
We shared a bathroom.
We shared a home.
We always found ways to work together. The blatant isolationism between us became a lie, in public places.
I really like the opening so far, it reads like an incel hallucinating about having some kind of imaginary access to a tsundere waifu, I also like the creative liberties he takes with how its wrtiten. Constant Evangelion like self-inserty struggles with inner demons on the periphery.
It's like if Saint Sinister focused and wrote a book