Someone who pines for romance

Morning had come and gone, the day turning to forenoon right before it was time for lunch. Even during this latter time of the day, someone struggled to move out of bed. It wasn't because this man had awoken late, he had been in the land of the living since the sun climbed over the horizon, but he hadn't kept his eyes open for all this time. The one thing he wanted in the moment was to fall back asleep, so that he could return to the land of dreams where everything was better.

The name of this bed-bound man was Azuma Monte and he had been passive in his life for far too long. He had seen opportunities pass in hindsight and regretted not taking them, despite not knowing they were there at the time. The things he had spent is life wit tus far were challenges for is mind, challenges that felt good when he managed, but posed no risk when he failed. He was feeling the last of his youth slip between his fingers, with nothing to show for the life he had lived so long.

The dream which Azuma kept coming back to was one where he was achieving something, that something being very specific. He wanted to end his day feeling as if he had made one person happier than if hadn't been there. More specifically, he wanted a woman, those wonderful being that were able to achieve almost anything, which he could hug tightly for both of their comfort, his feelings for her strengthening as hers did.

It was to Azuma's great dismay that such a life was bound to his dreams, his imagination alone was where he would feel the warmth of such a relationship. His actions might have kept such a happy life out of reach, the way he kept still each and every day, never stepping foot outside his abode, which grew messier and messier by each passing day.

The question for this lonely man was however, why should he try? Everywhere he looked, he didn't see women wanting to be treated with respect for all of the great things they did. He saw them throw all of their achievements away and he saw them groveling at the feet of men who so clearly didn't want anything to do with them, all for the stray chance of, well, nothing. Did women even care about if a man wanted to see them happy or not? Did they only care about suffering at a man's behest?

One of the copy-paste messages that Azuma had seen that filled him with despair still stuck with him, it said: "I would drag my clit across a mile of broken glass just to hear you fart trough a walkie-talkie.". He didn't like that at all, couldn't anyone see that he wanted something way simpler than that. Couldn't he just get to see them smile after he had cooked them dinner? Couldn't they just let him have an achievement like that? Their approval after he had done something? As opposed to the perverted smiles he got after they stared at his ass for an extended period.

Women had just so much to offer, it had taken him a month to solve the Riewomann hypothesis, the first girl he showed it to had reacted by solving it in five different ways within seconds. It angered Azuma that they could do so much with their minds, yet seemed so completely content and encouraging of ****.

Finally, the despairing Azuma managed to get out bed, just in time for lunch. Up at noon or up in the morning, what would it matter in the end?