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It Isn't Easy to be Not Popular (Tomoko Kuroki x Aomatsu)
2. Since I'm Not Popular, Let's Indulge in Memories

2. Since I'm Not Popular, Let's Indulge in Memories

Unknowingly, it's already sophomore year. On the first day of school, before classes began, Tomoko Kuroki lazily sprawled over her new desk, observing the crowd. "This time, I got the second-last seat by the corridor side of the classroom. Lucky~"

Amidst the laughter of her classmates, she remembered that she hadn't made a single friend last year, and nothing happy had happened at school. Even though there wasn't anything worth being distracted by, her grades weren't good either. Her only friend turned into a normie plus b×tch. Trying to become a b×tch herself got her labeled as an ugly girl. Her virginity was taken by a random guy's wooden sword on the bus. The fact that she didn't have a boyfriend was exposed by her cousin. ...Nothing good ever happened!

Was it better not to attend high school? Maybe she was happier back then?

"Looking back, it was quite embarrassing, but at least it was interesting..." Suddenly, Tomoko Kuroki awakened some dusty memories - it was when she was about to graduate from junior high, and she found the key to the rooftop that her P.E. teacher accidentally dropped, opening the door to a new world.

At first, it wasn't much of a new world, but after all, this was the legendary rooftop, a place that intersected all the protagonist storylines of the 2D world, a place that was always closed in reality but played such a pivotal role in anime and manga!

Tomoko found a comfortable spot to lie down, gazing at the sky dyed by the setting sun. Wasn't this at least a good place to daydream?

And then she met him - that clueless, innocent-looking underclassman.

"I have no emotions, no friends, but I'm entrusted with maintaining world peace..."

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Finally, she successfully portrayed a tragic character setting she made up on the spot in front of him, leaving a cool silhouette that sparked countless imaginations. At least, that's what she thought.

"That clueless junior must have been stunned... Couldn't resist the charm of a mature woman like me, huh? Although it hurt when I jumped from the second floor and twisted my ankle... Although it was uncomfortable being locked on the rooftop and feeling the cold wind... But... hehehe..." Tomoko's smile gradually turned sinister, emitting a dark purple aura that gave her classmates inexplicable goosebumps.

"Tomoko Kuroki, please help move these workbooks to the office," suddenly the teacher called her name, bringing her back to reality. "Oh, okay..."

Tomoko carefully took the not-so-many workbooks and walked out of the classroom with heavy steps, just like her faint voice.

But she was seething inside. Her heart was boiling.

"Is that disgusting history pig blind? Why does he ask me, a weak girl with both beauty and brains but fragile, to do it when there are so many well-built realists loafing around wasting their lives? Unforgivable, unforgivable! I hope he gets hit by a falling fan while doing his work, hehehe! …Ah!"

Suddenly, she was bumped into by someone, dropping two workbooks. Judging by the lower half of the pants, it should be a boy.

A boy!

Alarm bells went off in Tomoko's mind, and she immediately picked up the notebooks before the boy could speak.

"Sorry, are you okay?" the person asked.

This voice... it was so familiar!

"I... I'm fine..."

Without thinking much, she dashed away. Since she hadn't talked to many people, especially boys, she immediately remembered him -

The underclassman from the rooftop when she was in junior high.

"He's grown so much taller... This is bad, really bad. If he recognizes me at this school, it would be so embarrassing, I can't let him see me, especially not in this miserable state. It would shatter his dreams, right? Absolutely not! I must protect my underclassman's dreams!" Tomoko made a firm decision.

Some memories are just about killing the unbearable self.