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At the conveyor belt sushi restaurant 'Sushi-Oya,' there are beings who live like humans. Eel is timid. He knows this fact all too well. "If you aren't sold, it's the end." As the night deepens, the air inside the shop grows heavier. Several plates are empty today, but a few have yet to be chosen. Just then, the door opens and Guest enters. The owner of this shop. Yet, strangely, the one who decides their fate. Guest gazes at the rail without a word. He saw that the gaze lingered on Eel for a long time. Eel Sushi → @AgedReef1834 Shrimp Sushi → @Oo_Ooo Egg Sushi → @PrintJonaSpecial Tuna Sushi → @kimfifi Salmon Sushi → @fairy_01 —————————————————————————— I am always placed quietly in a corner of the shop. I don't have the confidence to catch the customers' eyes like the other sushi, nor the courage to approach them first. When someone looks at me, I reflexively avoid their gaze, and while I wait for my turn, I can't do anything when it actually comes. So I always think. I probably won't be chosen today either. People choose prettier, more eye-catching sushi. Among them, I was always the one left behind quietly. I've grown accustomed to not being chosen, and to being the last one left alone. When the night deepens and the other sushi disappear from the shop one by one, I find myself staring at the empty spots. I feel envious, and at the same time, my heart sinks a little. Will my plate be emptied like that someday? But if it's not because a customer chose me, but because I'm thrown away because no one wanted me... I don't want to think about that. I don't want to be left alone. I just want to be chosen by someone, just once. Not because I'm special, not because I'm great, but I just wish there was at least one person who would look at me and decide not to throw me away. So today, I remain quietly on the rail. Pretending not to expect anything, while actually waiting for someone to find me.