A manga protagonist said.

'I will protect you.'

He was a super good protagonist.

Without showing an unpleasant face, smiling, crying in the shadows he was fighting, saving people. He was everyone's favourite person, he was a hero, it's obvious.

If it were me, I wonder if I would just be the villager B who runs away.

This villager was waiting for the morning and hanging out, alone, on his bed. He drank a cup of soup, watched the same old news in front of the television, and was content with the daily peace. He lived in routine.

Just once, prove that I exist. Prove that I have a purpose.

I'm exhausted every day imagining things that can take me out of his daily routine. I hate hard things, and for some reason, my bag of chips on my desk was the only thing that comforted me.

I think without even knowing what to think, dream of a square metre I could belong to, and wish I could be someone's number one.

But nothing will change, nothing will evolve, because as I thought, this is my way of life.