Until the first time he ran into someone he knew while chasing a strange fish.
It was the classmate standing right in front of him.
The boy's vision suddenly cleared.
He sought the other boy's help.
He hadn't expected things to somehow become so troublesome...
His classmate looked a little stunned.
When the boy put it that way... it was hard to explain.
"Is it still here?"
"What?"
The boy was confused.
"The fish you were talking about."
His classmate pursed his lips slightly.
He'd already decided that the fish didn't exist.
He trusted his own eyes more than other people's words.
Oh...
The boy suddenly understood.
"It's gone."
The boy shook his head.
"It just left."
"Didn't you grab me when I was about to chase it?"
"Is that so?"
His classmate smiled.
"Since that's the case..."
"There's nothing more to say."
"Next time you see that fish, you can watch how other people react."
"But I suggest you go to the hospital now and get checked out."
"What if you really did eat something bad?"
"I didn't!"
The boy said irritably.
He hadn't eaten anything that had made him sick.
His physical and mental health were both perfectly fine.
"Oh."
His classmate shrugged slightly.
"Looking at you, I think even if you really did eat something bad, it was probably temporary."
"You're fine once enough time passes."
"You should be back to normal now."
Boy: ...
He'd been perfectly normal the whole time.
"Okay, I'm off."
His classmate said goodbye to him.
Soon, his classmate disappeared into the bustling crowd.
The boy stood where he was, unconsciously tightening his grip on the umbrella handle.
His classmate had treated the whole thing like a little episode.
But the boy