At first glance, one couldn’t tell that Zee was a weeaboo. I met her freshman year of high school; we all went to a big Catholic school, and since everyone wore the same uniform (plaid skirts or blue pants and a white shirt), we all looked pretty much the same. Okay, so maybe Zee was wearing a Naruto headband—how was I supposed to know how creepy she was?

Zee immediately became part of our group. After a few days, I started to get weirded out by her. I was now privy to the side of anime obsession that’d I’d only heard about—Zee would scream random Japanese phrases in the halls when she saw me, and insisted on calling my older friend “sensei”. Through Zee, I was introduced to the concept of “glomping”. Yikes.