At night, inside an old and small apartment complex in Tokyo, a boy with black hair and dark eyes walked along the narrow corridor while holding a small white grocery bag. He wore a simple white shirt, dark-colored pants, and a pair of worn yellow slippers that dragged softly against the floor. The dim hallway lights flickered faintly as he stopped in front of a door marked with the yellow number 23.
He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a silver key, inserting it into the doorknob before twisting it with a soft click. The door creaked open as he stepped inside and quietly shut it behind him. He placed the key on a hook by the wall and flicked the light switch, illuminating the modest apartment.
The boy's name was Kaito Asami, a seventeen-year-old in his second year of high school. He lived alone after being abandoned at an orphanage by his family, who had promised to return but never did. That promise had long since faded, leaving him with a bitter emptiness.
He slipped off his slippers and stepped further inside, revealing a simple living space. A bed rested on the left side, while a small kitchen and bathroom were positioned on the right, with a narrow balcony visible ahead. A shelf of worn books stood near his bed, one of the few signs of his personal interests.
Kaito continued living through the financial support provided by the orphanage where he had grown up. The institution had several sponsors from private organizations, allowing him to maintain a stable if modest lifestyle. Though not comfortable, it was enough for him to get by without worrying about his daily needs.
He walked into the kitchen and placed the grocery bag on the counter before taking out instant noodles and a few eggs. These were items he bought on sale, carefully choosing the cheapest options to save money. After placing them neatly into the cabinet, he turned and headed toward his bed.
He dropped onto the mattress and reached for his phone on the nightstand, scrolling through it absentmindedly. His expression remained dull, his thumb moving without much interest as he passed through various notifications. That changed the moment a familiar icon appeared on his screen.
His eyes sharpened as he stared at the notification, his body going still for a brief second. It came from the webnovel he had been reading since his first year of middle school. The message was short, yet it was enough to make his heart slam against his chest.
A new chapter had been released.
"What?!" Kaito blurted out, his voice rising before he could stop it as he shot up from his bed. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the screen, his grip tightening around his phone. "No way… is this actually real?!"
Realizing how loud he had been, he quickly covered his mouth and turned his head toward the wall beside him. His body stiffened as he waited for the usual reaction, recalling the many times neighbors had banged on the wall to silence him. The seconds stretched, yet no sound came in response.
Kaito slowly lowered his hand and exhaled in relief, though his expression remained filled with shock. His gaze returned to the notification, unable to look away as excitement began to rise uncontrollably. The webnovel had been on a five-month hiatus due to the author's personal issues, and many believed it would not return.
If his memory served him correctly, the story was set in a world identical to Earth but filled with psychic powers and spirits. The main character awakened his abilities during his first year of high school and entered a specialized academy for psychics. While the premise was interesting, it was not what had kept Kaito invested for so long.
What truly captured his attention were the twelve female leads, each powerful and influential in their own right. They possessed overwhelming psychic abilities, yet were completely clueless when it came to love. Their dense and innocent reactions created a charm that stood out even in a story stretched beyond reason.
The author had once admitted that the story was originally meant to end around six hundred chapters. However, it was extended beyond two thousand chapters, filled with excessive content that drove many readers away. Despite that, a few devoted readers remained, and Kaito was one of them.
He endured the long chapters not for the main character or the plot, but for the twelve girls he had grown attached to. Their personalities, especially their inability to understand love, resonated with him more than anything else. Having been abandoned by his own family, he had once believed that love was something that could disappear without warning.
Through the story, he came to see that love could exist in different forms beyond what he had experienced. The girls' struggles and growth showed him something he had never understood before. In a way, their journey had quietly shaped his own understanding of emotions he could not express.
Now, as he hovered over the notification, a nervous smile formed on his face. His finger lingered for a moment before finally pressing it, opening the app where he had spent years reading. The screen loaded quickly, revealing the chapter that made his breath catch.
"Chapter 2134: The End."
Kaito's eyes widened as his body froze for a split second before exploding into motion. "Yessssss!" he shouted, jumping off his bed and landing hard on the floor as excitement surged through him. His entire body trembled as he bounced on his feet, unable to contain the overwhelming rush.
"It's finally here, it's finally here, it's finally here!" he repeated rapidly, his voice rising with each word as he paced in place. His grip on the phone tightened as if it might disappear if he let go. The months of waiting, the years of reading, all of it crashed into this single moment.
A loud bang suddenly struck the wall beside him, cutting through his excitement. "Keep it down, will you?!" an angry voice shouted from the neighboring room. Kaito instantly froze, his body locking in place as the realization hit him.
He slowly lowered his head, his excitement collapsing into silence as he stood still. After a few seconds, the tension faded, and the noise from the other room stopped. Kaito let out a quiet breath and carefully returned to his bed.
Even as he sat down, his legs continued to move restlessly, his excitement refusing to settle. His eyes remained locked on the screen, his heart still racing from the sudden rush. After everything, he was finally about to read the final chapter.
The story had left one crucial question unanswered until the very end. Would the main character accept the love of the twelve girls who had only just realized their feelings after more than two thousand chapters? With anticipation building inside him, Kaito prepared himself to finally see how it would all end.
***
After a while, Kaito Asami sat in silence on his bed, staring at his phone with trembling eyes. The glow of the screen reflected faintly on his face, which had gone completely still. His mind echoed with the final words of the story, repeating them over and over without mercy.
The main character's dialogue lingered in his thoughts as he recalled the exact line. "I'm sorry… I only see you all as my closest friends," the protagonist had said, rejecting every single confession. With that, the story ended, cutting off everything that had been built for over two thousand chapters.
Kaito remained frozen, his expression slowly twisting as disbelief settled in. His lips parted slightly as if trying to form words, yet nothing came out at first. Then, a strained and broken sound escaped him.
"Huh…?" he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.
His head slowly tilted as his eyes widened further, disbelief turning into something more unstable. "Huuuh…?" he repeated, louder this time, his voice shaking. The confusion lingered for a moment before it shattered completely.
"YOU FUCKING AUTHOR-SAN, YOU ABSOLUTE HORRENDOUS PIECE OF SHIT!" he roared, his voice exploding through the room.
He slammed his phone onto the bed and grabbed the collar of his white shirt, biting down on it while pulling hard. The fabric stretched as he tugged it in frustration, his body shaking from pure rage. His breathing grew uneven as his anger refused to settle.
"You should've just left it alone if THIS is the garbage you were going to write!" he shouted again, his voice cracking with intensity.
He began jumping in place, his feet hitting the floor repeatedly and creating loud thudding sounds. Each impact echoed through the thin walls, shaking the quiet of the apartment. His rage spilled out without restraint, fueled by years of attachment to the story.
Before he could continue, loud banging erupted from both sides of his room. "What the hell are you screaming about?!" a voice shouted from one side. "How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?!" another voice yelled from the other.
"If I don't get any sleep tonight, I'm reporting you to the landlord!" someone added angrily.
Kaito froze instantly, his body locking in place as the noise hit him all at once. The anger drained from his face, replaced by sudden fear and embarrassment. "S-Sorry…" he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
The complaints slowly died down, leaving the room in silence once again. Kaito carefully sat back on his bed, his earlier rage now simmering beneath the surface. His expression darkened as his thoughts returned to the ending.
"Did the author lose his mind or something…?" he muttered quietly, staring at his phone again.
Still unsatisfied, he opened the comment section of the final chapter, hoping to find some form of reassurance. His fingers moved quickly as he scrolled through the flood of reactions. The screen was filled with anger, disbelief, and outright insults directed at the author.
"User12345: What the hell is this ending? I wasted years for THIS?"
"Love4Life: Author-san ruined everything, this is actually insane."
"ReaderKing99: Two thousand chapters just for a rejection? Are you serious?"
"VoidWalker: Thank you author! This is the worst ending I have ever seen in my life you fucker."
Kaito scrolled further, his expression tightening as he read each comment. The shared frustration only fueled his own anger, confirming that he was not alone. Then, one particular comment caught his attention, standing out from the rest.
The username was RetardedMensGuide.
According to the comment, the user had been tracking the author's account during the hiatus out of curiosity. He explained that the author had been posting pictures with a girlfriend for some time, showing moments of them together. However, about a month before the story resumed, those posts suddenly stopped.
The comment continued, mentioning how the author began sharing vague and emotional posts afterward. From that, the user assumed that the author had likely been dumped or cheated on. That assumption led to a conclusion that the bitter ending was influenced by the author's personal heartbreak.
Kaito's eyes widened as he finished reading, his face slowly turning red from anger. "You've got to be kidding me…" he muttered, his voice trembling. His grip on the phone tightened as irritation surged once again.
He began cursing under his breath, his voice quieter this time but filled with venom. Every insult he could think of ran through his mind, directed entirely at the author. To him, it felt like all the time, money, and emotion invested into the story had been completely disrespected.
"What a loser…" he muttered coldly, his expression darkening.
After a while, his breathing gradually slowed, though the frustration remained. He leaned back slightly, staring at the ceiling as his thoughts began to settle. The anger did not disappear, but it turned into something more... meaningful.
He thought about how easily the author could walk away after writing such an ending. All the readers who stayed loyal, including himself, were left with nothing but disappointment. That thought alone reignited the fire inside him.
Kaito slowly sat up, his eyes sharpening with resolve. If the author could end things like that, then he would not stay silent about it. His fingers tightened around his phone as his decision became clear.
"I'm going to send him something he won't forget," he muttered quietly.
With that, Kaito Asami opened the author's account, his anger now fully directed into a single purpose.