"Are you an otaku?" He asked. My research mentor who happened to be from Osaka, Japan asked.
Perhaps it was because of my anime desktop picture. Perhaps it was because of my Black Cat anime opening ringtone. Perhaps it was because of my phone charm being that of a pokemon. Perhaps it was because of my phone background being a Gintama picture. Perhaps it was because I doodle little anime characters in my lab notebook. Perhaps it was because I was wearing a pokemon shirt. Perhaps it was because I said I enjoy watching animations.
My research mentor who happened to be from Osaka asked, "Are you an otaku?" as he peered over my shoulder to see me on deviantArt looking through
's freaking adorable fluffy characters. It was a trick question.
He knows I don't know Japanese, and if I wasn't an otaku, I probably would not know what otaku means. There was a long silence as I know being an otaku is, well, let's be honest, is sort of frowned upon in mainstream Japanese media. Also, who KNOWS what my mentor thinks about otakus?
Therefore, as I screamed internally, I only casually turn around and asked, "What's that?" Even though I know I have countless urges to call him "sensei"
or say "Sayonara"
as I leave lab for the day. But ah-HA, I was too smart for his trick question, so I asked a question back at his question.
There was a long pause as he tried to explain. That was normal, his English is not very good and he often pauses and think of the sentence before he speaks. But this was a very, very long and to be honest, a bit uncomfortable pause. "Ah-- som.. someone who loves *some japanese words, I'm guessing probably anime* a lot."
"Oh. I see. Well, I mean, I just like art. In general. You know." I answered, shrugging my shoulder like it's no big deal.
Then my fricking phone rang and the Black Cat anime opening started playing.
I swear. I feel like I'm living in an anime right now.