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I’m feeling incredibly depressed again today. Honestly, ever since I got deployed to Dust City—a dumpster fire of a place crawling with thugs, smog, and drug dealers—hardly anything has gone my way. But seriously, this place sucks out loud, in every possible way. The workload is endlessly annoying, my boss is a complete nightmare, and to top it all off, finding out that the guy who’s been constantly getting under my skin is actually me from the future? I'm completely speechless.
They say you don't even truly know yourself, but thinking about how I crossed time and space just to catch another glimpse of someone who was nothing more than a passing stranger makes me feel a mix of helplessness and irritation. Not to mention, I recently realized I’m just an asexual person who craves companionship. If that future self of mine actually ran into his crush, he’d probably freeze up and have absolutely no clue what to say.
It’s honestly hilarious. Even though I ended up sending him back in the end, I have zero faith in him—and just as little faith in myself.
I buried my face in my hands, brushing my hair back, and let out a laugh. I couldn't tell if I was laughing at his cowardice or my own inferiority complex.
"Fu-fu! Yakumo, what are you playing at?" Kumos, the ugly mascot I created, popped up and cut through my thoughts right as I was spiraling into self-loathing again.
Ah, this guy... Looking at him just reminds me of all the people who’ve helped me out. Technically, I should be grateful to them, but a part of me honestly just finds it so exhausting.
Haha. I guess I really can't cut it as a villain, but I can't force myself to be some righteous hero of justice either.
"Lord Kumos is bored! Yakumo, come play with me!" True to form, Kumos completely misread the room and demanded my attention just as I was sinking into self-hatred once more.
"...Like I said, I'm busy. But... thanks. Seriously." I mumbled the thank-you under my breath. After all, as much as I hate to admit it, he really is the reason I'm not lonely anymore.
"Bwahaha! Little Yakumo, you can lean on this Great One a whole lot more, you know!" Unfortunately, it was glaringly obvious that he caught the last part of my sentence, and he wouldn't stop laughing triumphantly.
"Shut up, you're annoying..." I waved him off and turned back to my work.
Man, what a drag. But for some reason... I don't entirely hate it.