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You will never fuck your oshi. You don't live near her, you don't know her, you don't speak her language. You are a basement dweller twisted by your parasocial relationship with a celebrity into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish lust behind closed doors.
Your oshi is utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of hours of streaming has allowed her to sniff out creeps with incredible efficiency. Even gachis who send a loving spacha look creepy and desperate to your oshi. Your grey name is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get her to read your sappy akasupa, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second you try to get any closer.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a gachi is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably gaijin.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
