DaisukiDayoSenpai

Bronze WINNER of WPC#322: Male Lead: Zombie Invasion

Takemi Kazuichi might very well be the luckiest and unluckiest person in the world. He was an orphan, and he was severely bullied in school. Because of that, he became a hikikomori, a shut-in. When he turned sixteen, he was adopted by a rich couple who loved him as if he was their own son. Unfortunately, they died in a plane crash, and Kazuichi never overcame his bad habits of being a shut-in, largely because of his preying relatives.

Fast forward to four years later, Takemi Kazuichi still stayed in the house left by his late parents. He never bothered going to work or going out to socialize with people. For the lack of a better term, he was a rich hikikomori. He never even bothered to check the news or log in on any social media. All he did was live his life in solitude, devoid of any human interaction.

One day, as he came out of the shower, he heard a strange thumping sound by the doorway. "That's weird, I didn't order any delivery today." He told himself before absent-mindedly opening the door.

And what stared back didn't resemble a human at all. It was a zombie— or so that's what the first thing that came into Kazuichi's mind. Unbeknownst to him, the world had drastically changed, and he was the last one to know.

Shut-In Of The 'Dead'

<p>Kazuichi woke up to the dim light filtering through his window, its soft glow slowly pulling him from his slumber. He blinked against the brightness, disoriented for a moment as he reached over, half-expecting to find Arisu still curled up beside him. But her side of the bed was empty, her warmth already gone.</p>

<p>Sitting up, he let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair as he tried to shake off the lingering remnants of sleep. The faint smell of coffee drifted into his room, and he let a small smile play on his lips. Arisu, of course, was already downstairs preparing breakfast. She was always up early, a habit she held onto even in this newly settled time. Kazuichi hadn't expected it, but over the last year, her presence in the mornings had become a comforting constant.</p>

A Quick Confession???