Chapter 1:

Will you give this cute tsundere love?

Will you give this cute tsundere love?

My name is Johan Smith. I’m a 29-year-old failure. I can’t seem to do anything right, nor do I know what to do with my life. I’m nothing but a lonely, paranoid, pathetic shell of a man. The only thing that seems to give me solace is reading manga and watching anime. There are times when I wish I had one of those beautiful anime girlfriends. The ones that might seem a bit mean at first but are actually pure souls are the ones I seem to like the most. Tsunderes to be exact.

If I was an anime MC, I’d make sure to give the tsundere girl lots of love. As for who my favorite is? It’s a girl named Nina. She’s a gyaru university student from the manga/anime Café Dere. She’s first presented as a mean spirited girl but is actually just acting tough. Once the MC helps her out and learns about her past, she shows her vulnerable, but lovable side and decides to go all in on him. Sadly, the MC rejected her for his childhood friend. The worst part of all was poor Nina was never heard from again in the series. Apparently, the author hated that she was so popular and killed her off in an omake.

I would have confessed to Nina and given her love. Heck, if Nina was by my side, I feel like I could become a better person and have a reason to live. Sadly, she’s not real. Perhaps a girl like her exists somewhere in the world, but I doubt I’d find them. Guess I’ll just be single for the rest of my life. Maybe I’ll try and get an online job so I can eat something with my own money.

*Knock* *Knock*

I assumed it was my mother checking to see if I was alive.

“Yes, I’m alive and fine,” I shouted.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

I sighed and walked towards the door.

“As you can see, I’m-“

“Took you long enough to open! Seriously, I’ve been standing here for an eternity waiting for someone to notice me.”

I could not believe my eyes. It wasn’t my mother, but Nina-chan. No No No. I must be dreaming or hallucinating.

Suddenly, Nina shoved past me and sat on my futon.

“Seriously, why did I end up in a neet’s room? Hmm? Ah, that’s why. You’re apparently my fan or something,” Nina groaned as she pointed to the various merchandise, I had of her.

“*Sigh* You’re not real are you? You’re just some figment of my imagination. Even if I spend a year with you and improve my life in the process, one day you’ll just smile and say, “You’re good enough to stand on your own now.” Then glow and vanish into balls of light. Then I’ll be heartbroken. No, I won’t invest- “


I stopped as I noticed Nina beginning to cry.

“What do you mean I’m not real!? I’m here! Feel my pulse dammit!” Nina cried as she ran up and shoved my hand into her breast.

It was squishy, and I could feel the thumping of a heart. I still had my doubts though. I grabbed my phone and took a picture of her.

“What are you doing!?”

“Just checking to see if you’re real, I stated as I uploaded the picture to Biskord.

I could see Nina just fine in the photo, however…

“Um, that’s your couch. Did you accidentally click at the wrong time?” one poster typed.

As I thought, no one else could see her. She wasn’t real.

“Why are you staring at me so scornfully and sadly?” Nina cried.

“Because you’re not real. If I continue to interact with you like this, people will think I’m crazy, then it’s off to psycho prison for me,” I growled.

“The hell’s wrong with you!? No one’s gonna-“

“Johan! What’s with all the shouting!?” my mother asked as she entered.


“But you sounded like you were arguing with someone.”

“Yeah, me!” Nina yelled as she walked up to my mother, only to phase right through her.

I knew it. She wasn’t real.

“*Sigh* Seriously, don’t talk to yourself so loudly. The neighbors might think something’s wrong and call the police,” my mother grumbled as she slammed the door on her way out.

I then turned my attention to Nina who was crying.

“No, am I really dead? Is this hell. Am I just meant to suffer!? I was kidnapped and drowned in a cold river. Then the next thing I know, I’m standing in front of your door. I heard you say you’d give me love. Was that all a lie just to make me suffer more!? Am I just meant to be hurt? To have my heart broken? To be killed and forgotten about? I’M REAL DAMMIT! PLEASE! Please. Could you give me some love. Everything’s been cold since then. Please. I’ll stay with you for the rest of your life,” Nina tearfully pleaded.

Before I knew it, I was tearfully embracing her in a hug.

“I’m sorry Nina. I’m really pathetic. I just don’t know what’s going on anymore.”

“Ne, can- can we kiss?”

I was surprised by her request, but gave in and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes widened with shock, but quickly calmed as she put her arms around my neck in order to keep me kissing her.

When we finally were satisfied, we sat down on the futon and stared at each other.

“You look like you’ve had it rough scruffy. I guess I can’t be too mad at you. I was a shut-in before I decided to try and act tough and become the top girl of the school,” Nina said.

“Yeah, you had an abusive family life, and only managed to break free from it when you entered high school and found work at the Café,” I responded.

“Seems you know everything about me. Now it’s time for me to learn about you. All I know is you’re a big fan of mine, and your name’s Yohan.”

“It’s actually spelled with a J instead of a Y.”

“Huh? What language is it?”

“I think it’s Scandinavian.”

“Wait, are you saying we’re in-“

“Nah, sadly this is just boring old America.”

“AMERICA!? I’ve always wanted to visit. Ne, ne, can we get some American food?”

“Compared to Japanese food, it sucks in my opinion. But if it will make you happy…”

Nina then smiled cutely. It was that smile. That smile that was her greatest charm point. I quickly took a picture.

“Hey, why are you taking another picture?” Nina grumbled.

“To preserve that memory. Even if others can’t see, at least I’ll always be able to see your smile,” I said as I accidentally uploaded the photo to Biskord.

Before I could let out a groan of agony, the replies caught my eye.

“Is this lineart? I can kind of make out Nina.”

“Nina? Sorry it’s hard to tell. I get what you’re trying to do, but maybe make the art a little more visible.”

No way, they can sort of see her!?

“Nina, they’re saying they can kind of see you,” I happily exclaimed.

“Of course they can. I’m real,” Nina smirked as she pulled out her phone.

“My boyfriend took this shot,” Nina typed.

To my surprise, her comment appeared to be visible, as people were replying to it.

Perhaps, the more love I give her, the more real she’ll become.

“Nina! Can you become like 3D biologically real. Like, able to make babies if we have sex real? Able to grow old together real?” I asked.

“If you can be my equal, sure. I’ll stick with you through the hard and rough times, make babies with you, become a hikikomori with you, get a job with you, and grow old and grey with you,” Nina smiled.

“I love you Nina, will you be my wife?”

“Skipping some steps, but I guess I’d rather be your wife than girlfriend. Though let’s hold off on the babies until this world can acknowledge me.”

“No worries, I wanna spend time as a couple first.”

The two of us happily snuggled under the blankets as we warmly embraced each other.


N.J. Ecalus