>Your name is Daikoku "Daiko" Susumu, a hybrid of human and youkai who quietly spends most of his time locked in his house, located in the village of humans.
>You're a boy with a pretty messy hair, having several strands of black hair on your face. Your eyes did not stand for anything because its a usual black color. The clothes that you have was the so common brown kimono that many villagers used day after day. You aren't that different of the others. You are tall, though.
>However, your inner self shows how different you are from others. You are somebody quite timid, especially because you're not used to dealing with people correctly if we talk about long conversations. Despite this, your sense of help if they have a problem is enormous, even more if you decide to solve it. Many of your friends respected you by your most important feature: intelligence. You're one of the smartest people in the village of humans, something that even the school teacher, someone with so much knowledge, has given you merit.
>So it was in the past. You have locked yourself in your own home, changing your personality in a 180 degrees. You no longer have friends. No longer help people. Nobody's looking for you and you do not want them to. Hell, even you stopped attending classes. Reasons? When you begin to increase your intelligence, likewise you started to gradually see things in a slightly more mature way than others. This led you to see things from your day to day as a nuisance, like talking with people, or laugh because someone tells a joke, so you started getting away from them. Those who claimed to be your "friends" also secretly envied how "perfect" you were, but it was noticeable. Gradually you were becoming what you are now: a hikikomori. The times you leave your house per month can be counted on the fingers of one hand ... and that's if you are not "eating" a book at that time, your favorite hobby.
>It's been many years since the disappearance of your youkai mother, which she was the couple of your father, an ordinary human being who is no longer among you ... but five meters underground.
>Currently you live with Sakura obaa-san, mother of your mother and, of course, your grandmother. Several times, as a tip, which irritates you, she tells that you will not accomplish anything if you keep this up, that you must change. Whenever your dear obaa-san (one of the few people that you tolerate) repeat this words, your brain starts to work... the part that has long been asleep: nostalgia. You think it is impossible to return to the past, change your attitude ... be a happy person ... raise a family ... seem unattainable goals right now. It's hard to guess anything besides that being alone is the best now.
>Speaking of "right now" ... You are sitting on a pillow in the living room of your humble home, reading a book, as always. It seems that your dear obaa-san started to make breakfast, starting to have a well known smell to you: rice with curry.
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