How Could I Possibly Be Inconspicuous の小説・ストーリー

I need to make them feel like I don’t exist. I don’t have the strength to walk or to stand, but I was not giving up. Which is why I started to crawl. I crawled to the nearest hiding spot I could find. The nearest place where no one would ever think I would go. I need to become a chameleon, blending among the things that surround me, making it hard for them to find me. Seeing my new hiding place, I just know that I made the right decision. But seeing that the clothes that I was currently wearing were too flashy from my hiding spot, I decided to take them off. I need to become a chameleon. I need to blend and not be seen.

I closed my eyes as she began to walk closer by the second. My hand was gone from sight, I noticed. I was invisible, it worked and she didn't find me. I began to crawl, causing commotion amid the feet of lost dancers. They could not find the obstruction knocking into them with every passing moment. I refused to stand up. It would be suspicious to mere eyes to find a floating phone. I needed a temporary way to get rid of my phone so I could be comfortable whilst being invisible. This was not okay. I had lost track of Grace by now. I lay low on the floor hoping none of the girls would walk into me.

By the time I reach my locker, my shoulders are already tight. I tug at the sleeves of my hoodie, pulling them over my hands until only my fingertips show. It’s an old habit. One of dozens. Little things I’ve taught myself over the years. Take up less space. Be quieter. Don’t draw attention. Don’t give people ammunition. The funny thing is, none of it actually works. People notice anyway. They always have. Maybe not in the way I want. But they notice. Too big. Too quiet. Too weird. Too invisible.

Her head tilted toward me in that way she does when she’s listening—not just hearing, but receiving. No kiss. No scandal. But intimacy has a language of its own. The message beneath the image is short and cheerful in that way that makes my jaw tighten. Thought you should know this is making rounds. Nothing bad—just… visible. Visible. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of invisibility. Not in the literal sense, but in the way that matters—choosing neutrality, keeping my name attached only to work, never to emotion. Being competent but unremarkable. Present but unclaimed.

I told him, looking around nervously. We were silent for a minute. All I could hear was our hearts beating across the living room. “What if we change our identity?” “What?” I shot him a suspicious look. He glared, signaling me to listen. I shut my mouth and nodded. “If we change our looks, names, and the way we dress, no one will know us. We’ll be invisible to everyone else. We just need to move to another city, like we vanished.”

"Uh, yeah. Just something I whipped up for Rhoda yesterday before I went home. It's a little after my shift, I should be heading out. Let me know how everything goes with Vick though." "Of course darling, have a good one." "You too." Retreating to the back with no look in the direction of the man himself, I went through the kitchen doors. I forced my heartbeat to remain calm and steady out of fear of being sought after if he already didn't recognize that I didn't have a scent. Ever since the masking I always wore a strong yet soft perfume that, I believed, took ownership of not having a scent. I wore it so much that it was practically embedded in my skin but it didn't make up for the fact th

They had their own world, their own circle, and girls like me didn't exist in it. You're not a nerd, Kyra texted back. You're just shy. Big difference. Same result, I replied, tossing my phone onto the bed. I got dressed in my usual outfit—jeans, a plain sweater, nothing that would draw attention. The last thing I needed was to stand out. I'd learned a long time ago that being invisible was safer than being noticed. The morning lectures dragged on forever. I sat in the back of the class, taking notes and trying not to think about hockey, wolves, or stupidly attractive guys who lived in my apartment building.

I needed to look small, busy, and completely unavailable. My plan was simple: invisibility. I would not make eye contact. I would not speak. I would get coffee, grab something fast, and get out of the lodge before they could engage me. I had hours of schoolwork I needed to finish to justify this weekend's absence, and that was going to be my shield. I walked down the stairs, moving like a ghost. The lodge was silent, save for the low crackle of the revived fire. I paused halfway down, dread pooling in my chest.

“It would help if we knew which behaviors were shady.” “Right” P’First had nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “Shady, huh? Well, try to look for the obvious indicators. Anyone who might be trying too hard to look nondescript or conceal their face. Maybe anyone who’s wearing sunglasses on the inside and insists on keeping them. Or someone who is wearing clothing that is meant to hide their identity. Especially hoodies. Thailand heat shouldn’t be a good place for hoodies.” “What else?” Ben had insisted. “I mean… if those are the obvious trades and we’re dealing with someone experienced, then shouldn’t they be aware not to make the obvious mistakes?”

I smiled politely at everyone and headed towards the bus stop. It had been a while since a gate had randomly appeared on the streets and I was starting to get used to it. "Yet another boring day." I grumbled to myself as I walked along the street. I sighed again, and checked that my phone was still on vibrate. I wanted to stay incognito today, so I wore my hoodie over my track suit. With my hood pulled low over my eyes, I was practically invisible. The only people who'd notice me were the ones who knew me personally.