“H-hey Hisao?”
“Yeah, Hanako?”
“Can I... Ask you something?” She looks at me endearingly
“You know you can.”
She directs me to her laptop, sitting open. She HAS been hovering around it a lot more recently. I had assumed it was homework.
“What do you think of this?”
 
She shows me a picture of something.... oh god.
 
I-i. What?
 
It’s a picture of.... Oh god. My eyes.
Hanako can see the fear in my eyes. She’s worried. “Hisao...? A-are you okay? This isn’t b-bad right?”
Doesn’t she know this is wrong? “Hanako.....You can’t do this, it’s wrong. You know how they treat these kinds of people.”
I know she doesn’t want to end up like those scum. Seriously, I have to help her.
 
“This kind of stuff, you know people have been sent to jail for this stuff right? They see this stuff, and try to emulate it. It always ends up with someone hurt or dead. This isn’t the TV, Hanako. You remember that man in the news who was sent to death row because he electrocuted that girl a few years back? He did it because of this stuff.””
 
“Hisao... I l-like it though. It makes me happy...”
 
“Hanako... Can’t you see the 21+ warnings on the labels of these? They’re for grown men. Not high school girls. I can understand you liking the girls, but... Wow.”
 
I take her hands into mine. I hope she realizes I’m serious. “You need help.”
 
“Hisao.” I can tell she’s mad. She never stutters when she’s mad. “I ENJOY THIS. IT MAKES ME HAPPY. THERE ISN’T ANY VIOLENCE OR ANYTHING. IT’S CUTE. These otakus you’re talking about, they aren’t me. LOOK AT ME HISAO. DO I LOOK LIKE I’D HARM SOMEONE?”