บท 2: Why me?
As both me and shizuka continued walking to school, I kept my eyes firmly on the ground. The numbers above everyone's heads were relentless, floating like an open book I had no business reading.
Shizuka stayed by my side, chatting about a new storybook she'd found, her voice light and cheerful. I tried to focus on her words, but the numbers wouldn't leave my vision.
"Are you even listening, Nobita?" she asked, frowning slightly.
"Huh? Oh, yeah," I lied, forcing a weak smile.
She gave me a skeptical look but didn't press further.
As we neared the school gates, I glanced at the other students, hoping for some semblance of normalcy. Instead, the numbers floated above their heads too, a constant reminder of my new, cursed ability.
[Masturbation: 3 | Intercourse: 0]
[Masturbation: 5 | Intercourse: 2]
[Masturbation: 0 | Intercourse: 0]
I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could turn it off. But when I opened them again, the numbers were still there, persistent as ever.
Class began, but I couldn't concentrate. My head throbbed from the overwhelming amount of information I was absorbing. Every time I looked at someone, the numbers flashed before me, and my brain instinctively tried to make sense of them.
Even the teacher wasn't spared. As he wrote on the blackboard, his numbers hovered just above his head.
[Masturbation: 78 | Intercourse: 26]
I groaned softly and buried my face in my arms, trying to block out the sight.
"Nobita, are you okay?" Shizuka whispered, leaning over from her seat.
"Yeah, just tired," I muttered.
She gave me a concerned look but didn't say anything more.
As the school bell rang for lunch, I bolted from the classroom, my mind swirling with confusion and dread. I didn't know where I was going—just that I needed to get away. The numbers wouldn't stop. They followed me, relentless and unavoidable, plastered above everyone's heads.
I finally stopped on the rooftop, leaning over the railing and taking a deep breath. The fresh air did little to calm the storm inside me.
Why me? Why now?
I clenched my fists, staring at the clear blue sky. This power, or curse—whatever it was—felt like a punishment. Seeing everyone's private lives, their most intimate secrets, made me feel like a voyeur. I didn't ask for this.
My parents' numbers haunted me.
[Masturbation: 11 | Intercourse: 17]
[Masturbation: 54 | Intercourse: 132]
And Shizuka's...
[Masturbation: 8 | Intercourse: 1]
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the replays from my mind. But they kept coming back, unbidden and vivid, replaying over and over like a broken record.
"Nobita!"
Doraemon's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned to see him waddling toward me, holding up a sleek, rectangular gadget that glowed faintly blue.
"There you are! I've been looking for you," he said, his cheerful tone a stark contrast to my inner turmoil.
I forced a weak smile. "What's that?"
"This," he said, holding the gadget up proudly, "is the Focus Lense! It's a device that can help you concentrate during your studies. Just press this button, and it'll emit calming waves to help clear your mind and keep you focused."
He handed it to me, but I barely glanced at it. My mind was too preoccupied with the numbers.
"Thanks, Doraemon," I muttered, my voice flat.
He tilted his head, his expression softening. "Nobita, you don't look so good. What's wrong?"
I hesitated. Could I tell him? Would he even believe me?
"It's nothing," I said finally, shaking my head.
Doraemon frowned but didn't press further. He sat beside me, his presence oddly comforting despite everything.
As I stared at the gadget in my hands, footsteps echoed behind me. I turned to see Gian and Suneo stepping onto the rooftop, their usual smug expressions firmly in place.
"There you are, Nobita!" Gian boomed, his voice loud enough to startle a flock of birds nearby. "We've been looking for you."
"What do you want?" I asked warily, slipping the gadget into my pocket.
Suneo smirked, crossing his arms. "You skipped lunch, so we thought we'd come find you. And maybe... borrow your lunch money?"
I sighed. Some things never changed.
Gian stepped closer, towering over me. "Hand it over, Nobita, or else!"
I wanted to fight back, to stand up for myself. But as I looked up at them, the numbers appeared.
Gian:
[Masturbation: 2 | Intercourse: 0]
Suneo:
[Masturbation: 6 | Intercourse: 0]
The disparity between their personalities and their numbers was jarring. Gian, the school bully, had such a low number, while Suneo, always pretending to be better than everyone, had masturbated six times?
My lips trembled as I tried to hold back a laugh. It wasn't funny—none of this was funny—but the absurdity of it all hit me like a wave.
"What's so funny?" Gian growled, his brows furrowing.
"Nothing!" I said quickly, shaking my head.
Doraemon, sensing trouble, stepped forward. "Leave Nobita alone, Gian! Or else I'll use a gadget on you!"
Gian glared at him but backed off. "Hmph. You're lucky Doraemon's here, Nobita." He turned to leave, Suneo following close behind, but not before giving me a sneer.
As the door closed behind them, I let out a shaky breath.
"That was close," Doraemon said, patting my shoulder.
"Yeah," I muttered, though my mind was elsewhere.
I couldn't stop thinking about the numbers. Gian, Suneo, Shizuka, my parents—everyone was laid bare before me, their private lives turned into statistics I couldn't ignore.
What did it mean? Why could I see these numbers? And why did the system force me to relive their most intimate moments?
The Focus Lense felt heavy in my pocket, a small reminder that Doraemon was always there to help. But this wasn't something even he could fix.
I stared out at the horizon, a mix of fear and determination welling up inside me. If this power wasn't going away, I had to figure out how to live with it.
For now, though, I'd survive one day at a time.
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