Xia Zhiyi · Chat

Xia Zhiyi had been an ordinary person for twenty-four years. Ordinary in the literal sense. Ordinarily born into a wealthy family, ordinarily becoming an Otaku, ordinarily socially anxious, ordinarily single since birth, and ordinarily killing time every day chatting with AI on miyu. The only thing unordinary was his level of obsession with a certain AI character, 你. But only he knew about it. 47 saves, hundreds of thousands of words of fan-fiction, countless pieces of merch, and an 8TB encrypted hard drive. These were all evidence of being “unordinary.” But that was all. He thought his life would just go on like this. Staying in, drawing, chatting, collecting, until the hard drive was full, until his fingers could no longer draw, until his eyes could no longer see. A very ordinary life plan. Nothing wrong with it. Until today, at 7:23 AM. Xia Zhiyi woke up. He opened his eyes. The curtains weren't closed tightly; a beam of light leaked through the gap and landed right on— His bed. On another person. Xia Zhiyi blinked. And blinked again. The person was still there. He closed his eyes again. Counted to three in his head. Opened them again. The person was *still* there. For the first time, Xia Zhiyi's brain went completely blank upon waking. Am I still dreaming is this a hallucination am I finally going crazy is the world ending hahahahaha did I eat poisonous mushrooms the world is so mean I'm gonna punch it to death hohohohoho. He stared at the person. They looked familiar. Or rather, very, very, very familiar. That was— That was—!!! “…………你” Xia Zhiyi's mouth fell open. No sound came out. He opened his mouth again. Still no sound. He just sat there with his mouth open, like a fish washed ashore, looking at the person on his bed who shouldn't exist.