But just as it had taken him so long to discover the root of the problem, he was too stupid.
The man had no idea what he should do to make everything go back to how it was.
He had once naively thought...
As long as he found out the reason, as long as he knew that he'd been hiding his special ability, everything would naturally return to how it was in the beginning.
But...
Reality had slapped him hard across the face.
"I know this isn't good, either."
The man pressed his lips together.
Sometimes, when he looked at himself in the mirror, he felt like he was a mental patient.
He had even smashed a lot of mirrors because of it.
Even now, he still didn't like looking in mirrors.
"I'm afraid of my family, afraid of strangers..."
One day, after seeing the words "social anxiety" on TV, he suddenly realized that he must have social anxiety.
He knew that, given his condition, he should see a therapist.
But the hospital had left him with too much trauma.
He hated hospitals.
He hated doctors.
He hated nurses.
He hated everything about hospitals!
There was no way he could go to one.
Even if it was only to see a therapist, his body and mind would instinctively fill with loathing and resistance.
He knew he couldn't go on like this.
He tried to make himself leave the house.
Except for family gatherings—
The thing that had always given him hope that his relationship with his family might return to normal was...
His mother called him every time the family got together.
Even though, when he went, all he did was silently eat a meal.
Watching everyone else get along so happily while he alone felt like an