conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Just as I expected, I was snubbed by Misaki’s group from the next day forward. Even though I had feared being alone so much, now that it had actually happened, it wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was refreshing to not have to keep up the charade of superficial relationships. Okay, it made things hard when it came time to pick partners for gym class or the school trip, but overall, my life was less complicated now. I started partnering with Shiko a lot during gym class. We weren’t always the odd ones out in the exact same way, but we wound up together a lot. I used to go straight home after school, but now I started visiting her manga club and talking about manga with the other members too. My relationship with the Saki-Saki combo remained fraught. Misaki openly avoided me, but Kosaki and I occasionally studied in the library together. Even so, Kosaki was concerned about what Misaki thought, so she wouldn’t speak to me out in the open much anymore. The only contact we had was in the library. I allowed myself to admit that I enjoyed these monthly “dates” with the person I liked (even if I knew only I thought of them that way). One other thing changed. I decided I wanted to create something, probably thanks to Shiko’s influence, so I started writing fanfiction. Drawing really challenged me, but the written word just worked for my brain. I found it relaxing, despite my complete lack of skill. Shiko and her manga club buddies were huge nerds who had plenty of great manga, games, and anime to recommend. I read, watched, and played them all, then wrote fanfiction about the characters I liked.
conversations.prefix: Rei:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yeah, I think it’s good. It’s pretty rough, but really passionate.”
conversations.prefix: Manga_Club_Member_1:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Yeah. It’s got this really fresh feel to it.”
conversations.prefix: Manga_Club_Member_2:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You should watch these sentence structures a bit, though.”
conversations.prefix: Manga_Club_Member_3:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I see…” I was back at the manga club, and its members were reading my latest work. This was back in the days before the “Cool Japan” campaign, and otaku interests were still niche rather than mainstream. Most people had the same scornful opinion of fannishness that Misaki did. I considered myself lucky to have found such kindred spirits, let alone people who would read my terrible first drafts and give me honest feedback.
conversations.prefix: Rei:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hey, Rei, have you read the latest Prayer-Love?” Shiko asked. This was the shortened nickname fans used for the series she’d loaned me.
conversations.prefix: Shiko:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Not yet. I was going to buy it on the way home.”
conversations.prefix: Rei:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I see. You should prepare yourself. Something big happens.”
conversations.prefix: Shiko:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What? Oh, I want to know!” I was looking forward to reading it, but Shiko’s expression was dark.
conversations.prefix: Rei:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Is it bad?”
conversations.prefix: Rei:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I won’t spoil it for you. Just read it.”
conversations.prefix: Shiko: