@yaseiko
The thing about social anxiety was that once you actually moved outside, immediately you could feel them: the thousands of piercing glares mercilessly staring at you, drilling holes in your body, treating you like a freak of nature. That was how Shintarou felt at least. As if there was a big sign above him telling everyone of all his darkest secrets. It was okay. He could do this. He just needed to go to the bank, get his credit card sorted out and then he would be able to buy everything he ever needed safe within the walls of his home.
But where exactly was the bank in this place? And where were everyone when you needed to ask for directions? Laying eyes on a kid, Shintarou gathered all the bravery he could muster.
-- “E-e-ehm... excuse me... W-where’s the bank...?”
