Nishimura Sachiko noticed something was off about him and became wary, cautiously gripping the doorknob with one hand. "Mr. Suenaga, what exactly are you trying to do?!"
"My boyfriend is inside!"
"What am I trying to do?"
Suenaga Kenji reached out and grabbed the half-open door. "Today, I'm going to see just who this so-called boyfriend of yours is!"
"It's really inappropriate for you to come over this late at night. Leave now. I'm afraid he'll misunderstand!"
Sachiko instinctively knew there was no boyfriend in her apartment, but she still avoided his gaze and came up with an excuse.
For a patient with psychological trauma, the delusions they constructed were something they subconsciously wanted to protect.
For instance, she clearly knew her boyfriend was dead, yet now she imagined that he had not died and was dating her. Subconsciously, she would avoid letting anyone see her imagined boyfriend, lest her delusion collapse.
"A misunderstanding?"
Suenaga Kenji naturally noticed that she was lying. Hearing her words of rejection only made him angrier.
This woman was just too hateful!
She didn't want to date me. I've already come all the way to her door, and she's still using such a lousy excuse. Does she really take me for an idiot?!
Was it because I used to be a delinquent, and now I was still a part-time worker at a restaurant, practically unemployed?
What was so bad about me?
The more he thought about it, the more his anger flared.
He shouted as he viciously yanked the door outward. "If you're afraid of a misunderstanding, then have him come out and meet me!"
"Don't do this!"
"I'll call for help!"
"No!!"
Sachiko clung to the doorknob, desperately trying to stop him from pulling the door open.
"It's useless even if you scream your