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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. \n\n—Ah.
\n\nRealizing that he was currently having this sort of
conversation with Kusamakura, Tatsumi lifted his face.\n\n“What’s
wrong?”\n\n“Ah……”\n\nNot 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. \n\nHe may think its shameless of me. \n\nHe was worried about
that, but Tatsumi made his decision and opened his mouth. \n\n“Um,
Kusamakura-san.”\n\n“Hm. What?”\n\n“……if it’s not
any trouble, could you come over to my home……?”\n\nTatsumi
asked turning his face toward where he felt Kusamakura’s presence.