A short story about imagination, hmm...
Kurusu Haruka spent the past 26 years of his life as an ordinary passerby.
Go to school, grow up, become a social animal, and live the same life forever.
She was content with the status quo and believed that she would probably "live an ordinary life like this for the next thirty years." However, after returning home from get off work one day, she was attacked by a strange man who fell from the ceiling.
"..."
He looked up at the intact ceiling, and then at the handsome strange guy who looked as confused as himself:
This guy had a cloth band with "Ai·Haruka" tied on his head, a shirt with his own photo printed on it, a haori embroidered with "Kurusu Meimei", and held several black cheer sticks in his hands. If the names and patterns on the clothes are replaced by beautiful and cute two-dimensional characters, I will think that this is a kind-hearted otaku who accidentally walked into the wrong door, but——
——What? Where can I buy black support sticks?
No, this is not the time to complain, Lai Suyao.
The most important question now is, is this guy that kind of stalker, right?
"Don't move here for now (to appease the criminal)... I'll go out (to call the police) and I'll be back soon (I won't and will never come back)..."
He originally wanted to escape like this, but his wrist was caught first.
Oops, is my ordinary life going to die today?
Mr. Stalker looked at my face carefully, then slowly let go of his hand in disbelief, followed by an unexpected burst of ecstasy.
"I'm the one pushing it! I'm pushing it if it's alive!! I'm pushing it so respectfully!!!"
He held his wrist with his other hand and knelt down with a plop.
He cried with joy.
"I will never wash these hands again in my life...!!"
No, wait, what?
So, after living an ordinary life for 26 years, I suddenly began to live an outrageous life in which I was promoted and worshiped as a god.
Purpose: Love and Peace