He shuddered at the word stalker. However, even if that was what he was telling him, Tatsumi had no one he could rely on, so was hopelessly exhausted by the wariness weighing on his body and soul. He currently didn’t live with his family, and even if he could tell the police, as soon as he, being blind, told them he just felt someone’s presence, it would trouble them as well. If anything had been stolen, it would be a different story, but there hadn’t been any clear damages of the sort at all. He had no other proof other than his own convictions.
—Ah.
Realizing that he was currently having this sort of conversation with Kusamakura, Tatsumi lifted his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ah&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;”
Not knowing each other’s contact information, their relationship was no more than conversation partners during their lunch breaks. However, even with just that amount of exchange, he was currently the only person who Tatsumi spoke to.
He may think its shameless of me.
He was worried about that, but Tatsumi made his decision and opened his mouth.
“Um, Kusamakura-san.”
“Hm. What?”
“&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;if it’s not any trouble, could you come over to my home&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;?”
Tatsumi asked turning his face toward where he felt Kusamakura’s presence.