I met an autistic boy that day. He didn't like to talk and liked to play alone.
He is a neighbor's child, and he is a family friend of mine.
I like playing with him very much. If he doesn't talk, I will pester him to talk.
It took me ten years for him to finally live like a normal person and communicate with others normally.
But, in the end, it wasn't me that he liked.
The fruit of my success does not belong to me, it was taken away by others...
Paranoid female protagonist vs. Paranoid male protagonist
Neither the male or female protagonist is a good person
This is a story where he likes her and she likes him.
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Intention: Love yourself well