บท 3: Secrets
The walk home was silent. Doraemon didn't press me on the issue, though I could tell he was still concerned. I appreciated his quiet support, but the weight of everything was too much to bear. The numbers haunted me, constantly swirling in my mind, refusing to let me forget the things I shouldn't know.
As we passed through the familiar streets, I tried to focus on anything other than the numbers. It didn't help. It was like trying to ignore a loud alarm ringing inside my head.
When we reached home, I pushed open the door, still lost in my thoughts. But the moment I stepped inside, I was met with an unexpected sight.
My mom was standing in the hallway, talking to a woman I didn't recognize.
"Ah, Nobita! You're home," my mom said, smiling warmly as she looked over at me. "This is Mrs. Tsubaki. She's a friend of mine from work."
I nodded stiffly, trying not to look at her, but the moment I did, the numbers flashed before my eyes.
[Mrs. Tsubaki: Masturbation: 25 | Intercourse: 57]
I froze, my heart skipping a beat. I didn't want to know that. I didn't want to know any of this. My mind screamed at me to look away, but it was too late. The numbers had already etched themselves into my brain.
I quickly forced a smile and waved awkwardly. "Uh, nice to meet you," I said, though I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes.
Mrs. Tsubaki smiled back. "It's a pleasure, Nobita."
The awkward silence was broken when another voice called from the kitchen.
"Hey, Nobita! You're home early today?"
I looked over to see another woman stepping out from the kitchen—another familiar face, but one that made me feel even more uncomfortable than before. This was Ms. Hanabira, a teacher from my school who had been a frequent visitor in our home since I could remember.
"Ms. Hanabira," I mumbled, already knowing what would happen.
[Ms. Hanabira: Masturbation: 14 | Intercourse: 32]
I could already feel the numbers settling in the back of my mind like an unwanted guest. Her smile seemed harmless enough, but the numbers over her head made everything feel off.
"Hey, kiddo! You look a little pale. Everything okay?" she asked, walking toward me.
I forced myself to nod, unable to voice what I was feeling. It was hard enough to handle the numbers at school, but now they were here, in my own home, in my own kitchen. How could I escape from this?
Before I could answer, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway again. This time, it was a voice I didn't recognize.
"Nobita! You're back already?" The voice came from a girl with short black hair, her school uniform a little more casual than mine. She was about my age, but there was a certain familiarity to her presence.
When I looked at her, the numbers appeared once again.
[Chiyo: Masturbation: 3 | Intercourse: 0]
I flinched, trying to compose myself. It wasn't that I was judging her, but the numbers felt intrusive, violating her privacy in ways that I didn't want.
"Uh, hey," I said, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. "Who are you?"
She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm Chiyo, a friend of your mom's. She's been kind enough to let me stay with you for a while."
I nodded, not quite sure how to respond. Another guest. Another person whose numbers I didn't need to know.
"Nobita, I think you should join us for dinner," Ms. Hanabira said, a bright smile on her face. "We're celebrating a little bit today."
I wasn't in the mood for anything, but I knew there wasn't an easy way out. So, I followed them into the kitchen, trying to ignore the ever-present numbers floating above their heads.
As we sat down to eat, I could feel the weight of everything pressing down on me. The numbers were everywhere—on the adults, on the kids. Each face in the room was like a book I couldn't shut, and it was driving me crazy.
While we ate, I glanced over at Doraemon, who was sitting across from me. He was happily munching away, completely oblivious to the mental storm I was going through. He didn't know about the numbers. He didn't know about the curse I was carrying.
I envied him.
I envied his simplicity. His world where things were just... normal.
But then again, he had his own burdens, just like me. He had his secrets too. And I knew, no matter how much I wanted to escape the numbers, they were part of my life now.
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