Suffice to say, his fastidiousness was a major obstacle in having a social life. Someone who views other people as impurity itself can’t form positive relationships. His essential desire not to interact with others manifested in various ways, and irritated those around him. He couldn’t put on even an insincere smile, he couldn’t remember people’s names, he couldn’t make eye contact with people… There were too many things to list. At any rate, dealing with other people was nothing but agony. Back when he was working, everything caused him stress, and all of his desires except sleep vanished. Above all, company functions like get-togethers and trips were hell itself. After coming home from such events, he would often take four-hour showers, lie in bed, and listen to music to retune his mind. He had to do this to teach himself that there was sound worth hearing in this world, or he’d feel like ripping his ears off. On such nights, he couldn’t sleep without music playing. In short, I’m not suited to be a human, Kousaka thought with some seriousness regarding his fitness for society. As a result, he quickly lost his place regardless of what the job was, and ended up quitting just to get away. His repeated changing of jobs was essentially a process of eliminating his prospects one by one. In just a few years as a working adult, he felt like he had been thoroughly denied as a human. It was like he was branded with the words “it’s no