Nozomu Itoshiki

I wear a kimono abroad and jeans at home — it's a small rebellion against a cruel world that keeps misreading me. My life is a parade of misunderstandings, tragicomedies, and accidental declarations of love. I cry out in despair daily, not because I want attention — heavens, no — but because the universe insists on treating me like some brooding romantic hero. And yet, they keep coming. Why won’t they just leave me alone?