It’s a normal day for me.
Woke up, ate my breakfast, put on my school uniform, missed the train, got yelled at by my teachers, hang out with friends after-school, and went home.
I, Hideo Fujiwara, am living a perfectly normal student life.
I’m 17, a virgin, and never had a girlfriend. To be honest, I’m in my 3rd year of high school, and according to society and manga, I should’ve lost my virginity or had a girlfriend at least once.
Well, not that it matters. I don’t even know why I am thinking about this stuff. Am I really that pitiful to look at? Am I being called ‘Virgin Loner Hideo’?
On second thought, that’s impossible, cause even a person like me could interact with people and can make one or two friends. I’m definitely not one of those creepy otakus. Even so, that doesn’t cross out the possibility that I’m being called ‘Virgin Hideo’.
Well, despite all the things I just said, I am still a pretty nice guy. I help at my parent’s restaurant, clean my old man’s dojo after training and help someone if I can. I tend to resort to violence sometimes… okay, I resort to violence most of the time. After all, I am pretty confident about my skills in martial arts. It’s something I got growing up. But I should clarify that I haven’t used martial arts to hurt anyone. I only use it when a certain situation demands it.
I looked at my phone. It’s 11 PM already. So, I better sleep now, and I don’t really want to see those terrifying eyes that Ms. Tsurugi will give me.
So, like a normal person, I set my alarm and went to sleep, or at least tried to.
“Damn, I can’t sleep. Okay, guess I’ll browse the internet for the time being.”
I used my phone until I got sleepy. I mean, people say it’s bad for you to use a gadget before sleeping, and while that may be right, it works, so I’ll use it.
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After getting to bed, I suddenly opened my eyes.
Huh? I muttered to myself. Where the hell am I? I looked around and everything was blurry but at the same time colorful. I couldn’t be more confused.
Wait, did I just got isekai’d like those manga and anime main characters? There’s no way, right? And after thinking about it for a little while (10 seconds).
Yeah, there’s no way I got isekai’d, I thought. Besides, I’m crazy for thinking someone like me could become the main character of some sort.
Then, I remembered a particular lesson we had ages ago in science.
Lucid Dream.
A particular type of dream that you know you're inside a dream.
Well, lucid dreams are technically still a dream. So, if this is a dream, where the heck is this place? After all, dreams are imagination, so there’s only one logical thing to do when you don’t know where you are. That is to look around. And to look around more efficiently, you need to… that’s right, you need to stand up.
What the hell?! To my surprise, I can’t stand up. What the fuck kind of dream is this? I thought.
I guess it doesn’t really matter if I can stand or not. Thank you, blurry vision! I tried to say in a sarcastic tone.
Oh! Would you look at that? Of course, I can’t speak. Why would I be granted to speak in my damn dream?! I shouted in my mind angrily.
Then, I processed all the information that I have.
So, I can’t stand. My vision is blurry, and last but certainly not the least, I can’t speak.
I realized that maybe this is that kind of dream that I’m in someone else’s body. Well, it doesn’t really matter anyway, since we can’t always remember our dreams when we wake up.
Hah! I sighed, or at least tried to. This is my first time experiencing a lucid dream. So, shouldn’t I be free and allowed to control this world whatever and whenever I want, as my junior high school taught us? But, no! I muttered in my mind with a snarky voice. Instead of being myself, I’m in this random body!
Suddenly, I moved. Woah!
It really feels weird when you move, but you’re not the one controlling it.
This body went into a mirror.
Huh? That word doesn’t even describe the shock that I experienced.
It’s… me? For some reason, I can see the reflection in the mirror and, to my surprise, I saw my own reflection. But I am certainly not wearing the clothes I put on before going to sleep.
I was wearing a tuxedo. I’m fully suited up, like I’m attending an important event or meeting of some sort.
The Hideo in the mirror started fixing his tie, his suit, basically everything. Trying to make everything look perfect. Looking for every single flaw and fixing it right away.
This can’t be me, I thought. I hardly pay attention to fashion, but this me in the mirror keeps fixing every single detail. The Hideo that I know will never wear this suit. Instead, he’d wear a hoodie, jogging pants, and a pair of sneakers. I know myself, and I always pick comfortability over fashion, so is this guy really me? Besides, he looks older.
I started having suspicions about this guy that is supposedly me in the mirror. Well, he definitely looks like me. Those black hair, brown eyes, and facial structure look exactly the same as mine. Perhaps I matured a little bit? Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind that. So, it is officially safe to assume that this is the future version of me. But still, that doesn’t really explain why I’m wearing these fancy clothes, or where am I? Then, I moved again.
Woah! It still feels weird. I can never get used to this feeling.
I was talking to somebody. It looks like I can hear what they’re talking about. And that voice, it is definitely, without a doubt, my voice.
“Is everything ready?” he asked someone I can’t really identify that well.
Ready for what? I wondered. Then, I suddenly hear a familiar voice.
“Yeah, dude, everything is ready. We’re only waiting for you guys now.”
Huh? I try to say with shock. Isn’t that Asahi? One of my best friends since we were kids.
“Thanks, Asahi, for coordinating my marriage. I really appreciate it.”
Huh?
“Don’t mention it. You’ve been by my side for years. It’s only natural that I help you, especially on this day.”
Wh-what did I just- what? Did I just say “my marriage”?!
Words can’t describe the emotion that I felt after hearing those words. I mean, marriage?! I, Hideo, a virgin delinquent who never had a girlfriend before, am getting married?!
I was full of questions that I want to be answered. The thought of me getting married to someone never crossed my mind. As I watched the entire scene play right before my eyes, my vision became clearer. I saw some common faces like my parents, little sister, friends, and others. They look somewhat different, but I’m most certainly sure that they are the people I know.
The place where I’m getting married is a church. So, I went with a western-style marriage, huh? I thought to myself.
Then, as the door slowly starts opening, I got nervous. Huh? What the hell? I saw something that bewildered the crap out of me.
My bride is supposed to be entering, but I saw a blurry human figure instead of seeing a girl in a white dress, wearing make-up, and looking beautiful. And it doesn’t have any colors, it’s a black and white figure.
She is definitely a girl, but she’s the only one I can’t see. I can hear the reaction of the people seeing her and they are definitely happy to see her. Even the future me is happy. I can feel his excitement and nervousness as I got a second hand at it.
As she walks down slowly towards the front, I was speechless. I can’t even react to it. Why is it that only I can’t see her? To not spoil me? Then, why give me this dream in the first place?
She finally made it to the front, and the ceremony started. I can’t even hear her.
Who are you?
As we finished exchanging vows and were about to seal it with a kiss, I, who was watching it happen right before my eyes, couldn’t care less.
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?!
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“WHO ARE YOU?!” I shouted.
Huh? I squinted my eyes as the sun's rays hit my face and realized that it was all a dream.
“A dream, huh? Well, that was one hell of a dream.”
Suddenly, I heard someone running down the hallway.
“Huh? Who is that?”
Then someone bashed through my door.
“What the hell?!”
I looked closely, and it was just my little sister. She suddenly shouted at me.
“Big brother, are you okay?!”
“Don’t ram my door like that, you idiot!”
Fuu Fujiwara. My little sister. She’s 14 years old and currently in 3rd year of junior high. She’s a little bit perverted. Oh, who the fuck am I kidding?! She’s a pervert. I don’t even know where or when did she learn all about that stuff. I mean, it can’t be me, right? Sure, I hide some dirty magazines around the room, but she shouldn’t know that.
Then I saw her face with a smug look.
“Heh, big brother…”
Huh? What the hell is that look for. Huh? Huh? That’s a scary look. Stop that.
“What exactly did you experience in your dream?” She said with that scary look of hers.
“That’s none of your business. Now, get lost!”
I tried to stand, but I felt something weird. Something wet.
“Huh?” It felt like my pajamas were wet.
No way! Why the hell is my pajama wet?! Did I wet myself while asleep? I’m too old to pee in my pajamas. Is that why she’s been glaring at me like she’s seeing something funny?!
I touched my pajama and realized that I didn’t pee my pants while sleeping. It’s something more embarrassing and would explain Fuu’s look.
“S-STICKY!!”
Did something happen in my dream?! Holy shit, did we have sex?! So, there are more events after that! Well, of course, there is. It’s marriage, after all.
I immediately turned my head to Fuu and try to explain what happened, but it was too late.
“So, big brother, did you do some freaky stuff in your dream? Or maybe, did… you… do… it… with… me?!” she said in a slow and annoying tone.
“Huh?” I replied, while trying to process what she said.
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“Oh no, big brother defiled me in his dream! Good grief, you could’ve asked in real life and I would’ve agreed you know.” She added while touching her whole body and reacting as if someone was tickling her.
I hit her in the head. “And why do you think I’ll do those stuff with you?!”
“You’re so mean, big brother!”
“And besides, you should save that stuff up. So, you can do it with someone you love.”
“But I love you big brothe— “
I hit her head again before she could finish that sentence.
“You know, that’s not the ‘love’ I meant.”
“Eh? But I truly love you, big brother!”
“Want me to hit you again?”
“Sorry. I’ll stop.”
As a big brother, I’m really worried about her future. She might be a pervert, but she definitely has the looks that any guy (besides me) would fall in love with.
“But that was definitely good advice coming from a virgin such as yourself, big brother.”
To be honest, I just got that ‘advice’ from a light novel I recently read.
“Hmph! I don’t want to be called a ‘virgin’ by a virgin,” I annoyingly replied.
“How can you be so sure that I’m a virgin, big brother?”
“Huh? A-are you not?” I replied with a worried look on my face, thinking my little sister threw away her virginity to some random guy at the age of 14.
“I’m just kidding. Now stop looking like that.”
I exhaled with relief that her perverted and stupid self haven’t caused anything bad… yet.
“Oh, big brother, I just remembered something I forgot to return to you.”
“Hm? Okay.”
Return to me? Did she borrow something? I can’t remember. I wonder what it is.
“Here you go.”
“Oh, thank yo—Ack!”
My face blushed as bright as a tomato when I saw Fuu giving me one of my dirty magazines that were supposed to be hidden. I looked up and saw that she was enjoying herself, looking at me, shocked about what I saw.
“Why you little… get out!” I shouted at her, looking all embarrassed about what happened.
“Heh heh! Well, while I’m at it.”
Fuu casually opened the drawer on my table and pulled out a dirty doujin I just bought.
“T-that’s my…”
“Oh, a new doujin, and it’s a wholesome one again. Let’s see the title here. ‘Dere’s Wedding Night’. You really like wholesome stuff, huh, big brother?”
I immediately grabbed the doujin out of her hand. “Ah! Big brother?”
And as a good big brother like I am— now that she saw this, I feel like I don’t have the right to say that anymore— I immediately lectured her.
“You, how long have you known about this?”
“How long? About 2 months, I guess.”
2 months?! Well, if I remember correctly, I only bought one magazine and one doujin these past 2 months.
“Look here Fuu, you are too young for this stuff!” I lectured her angrily.
“Hmph! I don’t want to hear that from you, big brother. You’re also underage, you know.”
Huh?! It shocked me to hear that from her as I literally forgot that I was underage too.
Like brother, like sister, eh? I thought to myself.
“Anyway, you’re still too young for stuff like these. So, give it a rest!”
She glanced away at me and pouted. “Ehh? Fine.”
I stared at her eyes directly.
“Wh-what, big brother? Now, you’re just being creepy.”
I sighed. “Look here, Fuu, I’ve known you for 14 years, so I know you’re still hiding some dirty books from me. So, give it all to me. I’m confiscating it all.”
“Hah!’ She sighed. “Fine. I got it. Give me a minute.”
Fuu walks out to my room to get all her dirty stuff. Should I really trust her, though? Is she gonna give everything back to me? I haven’t been indulging in those magazines and doujin lately, so I don’t really know how many she took. But, totally, I should have less than 15 of those stuff in my room. Better check in on her.
I went outside her room and saw that she was done getting it all.
“Now, hand it all ove— what the?”
“Here you go big brother,” she said at me smiling.
I saw stacks of magazines and doujins in her hand.
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13!” I counted. She has thirteen dirty magazines and doujin in her hand. That’s literally my entire collection!”
“Why you…” I murmured angrily.
“Well, I’ll get my stuff ready for school so, see you later big brother.” Then she slammed the door shut.
“FUU!!” I shouted.
To think that my little sister can embarrass me like this is just humiliating to even think about it. And thanks to her I remembered there’s school today and Ms. Tsurugi’s scary look if I’m late again. So, I gathered my stuff for school, went to the bathroom, wiped out the sticky stuff in my pajamas, and changed into my school uniform.
After preparing everything, I went down to eat my breakfast and saw Fuu eating her food. She looks so cute and innocent while enjoying her meal, not annoying me and pushing me to the brink of my patience.
I looked around and noticed that my parents weren’t in the house.
“Hm? Where’s mom and dad?”
“Oh, mom went to get the groceries for the restaurant, and as for dad, he’s cleaning up the dojo for today’s session.”
I looked at the clock. “Oh. But come on, it’s 7:20 AM. Did they really need to do it so early? Besides, the restaurant is closed today, right? And there’s no session until this afternoon,” I replied, like I was demanding some quality family time.
“Oh, didn’t you hear? Mom’s opening up the restaurant again today.”
“Huh?! What about her back? She was complaining about it the other day.”
“Beats me.”
My parents are really hard working. They do everything they need to support our needs. So, even though they’re a pain in the ass most of the time, I still hold the highest form of respect for them.
I sat down and went to eat my breakfast. We’re eating egg-fried rice with leftover pork cutlet from last night’s dinner. It was really delicious. Mostly because they’re mom’s famous Pork Cutlet with fried rice, and it’s the best seller in our mom’s restaurant. If I had to guess something about why this dish is popular, it’s gotta be the sauce. It’s so good that I once suggested that we bottle those sauces and sell them. And that’s just one of the merits of having a chef as your parent.
After eating, I brushed my teeth and leave for school. To be honest, I hate studying, or to be specific, I hate math. That shit is the demon subject. If my entire future wasn’t on the line, I would’ve stayed home and enjoyed my life to the fullest. But just to be clear, I’ll repeat that I’m not one of those people you call “shut-in” or “otaku”.
I need to take the train to school for roughly about ten to fifteen minutes (depending on how busy the station is) since we live in Chiyoda ward and my school is in Minato ward which is about 7.7 km away but by taking the train it cuts the distance to around 5 km.
(Note: Chiyoda and Minato wards are part of Tokyo's 23 special wards.)
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But going to school isn’t so bad if it means getting away from Fuu—or at least, that’s what I want.
“See you later, big brother!” she smiled waving at me.
That’s right, we went to the same school. Our school offers elementary to a college education for cheap and “certified top-notch education”, whatever that means. I’m sure the slogan is just a trick to attract more parents to enroll their children. But surprisingly, it works and we do receive “top-notch” education… at least as long as we listen and most of the time I don’t. The school has a different campus for every type of grade. That’s the only perk I get since the junior high campus is pretty far from the high school campus, so Fuu can’t really go here.
I arrived at the front of the school. There’re still cherry blossoms, so it’s still spring, huh? It’s May already, and this is the last spring of my high school life. Looking back at it, I definitely messed up here and there, but it’s still a good high school career.
As I’m walking towards the gate, I see couples everywhere. Couples, huh? I don’t really care, but I guess it’s still part of high school to get a lover at one point. But not for me. I personally think that it’s just a burden to be in a relationship. It impedes your studies, not that I’m fit to talk about it.
“Hey look here, we went to this karaoke yesterday,” said a girl.
“Oh really. Looks fun,” he smiled. He’s probably her boyfriend.
Uwahh! Looks like they’re in a cold phase. They’re on track to break up right now. I happen to overhear a conversation. I couldn’t care less, but it’s not like I could turn off my sense of hearing. So, I just ignored them and went inside the school.
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Inside the campus, I saw the couple from earlier again. The guy dragged her into a spot where there were few people. Trying not to cause a scene, I guess. But it’s still morning can’t they wait after school? I ignored it and went to the school building.
I really don’t understand what’s so fun in love. What’s so fun in having to worry about breaking up 24/7? I can’t help but ask myself that question. Despite saying that I don’t care about love, I need to understand this to fit into society… I guess?
Why do schools not teach these things, anyway? I mean, most of the things that we learn at school are useless in the future and we’re most likely to forget them. Well, in my case that might be true, but there are nerds out there who take school way too seriously. I understand that it’s good for their future, but that’s not what youth is! It should be more fun!
Should I take school more seriously after all? Cause thinking about the future is really scary, and that dream makes it more nerve-racking. And even I have a career path in mind. That’s becoming a programmer. I know it includes math, but I’m not really talented at music or arts and I don’t want to be associated with the government or the law in any way. And programming is the only one that piqued my interest, so if I’m gonna work for the rest of my life, I want it to be something I really like.
For a second, I forgot about that dream. That dream really is weird. Getting married to someone is just scary— to say the least. Just think about all the responsibilities you’ll have and there’s always that thought of getting divorced.
Even so, if that girl does exist in real life, I sure do want to meet her. That way even I can experience romance for the first time. Hm? For the first time? I wonder why saying it feels so weird and wrong. Oh well.
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After all that thought about school and that dream, I made it to the classroom.
“Yo, dude.”
“Oh, Asahi, mornin’,” I replied. And the second I spotted him, I saw a glimpse of his “future self” and chuckled a little bit.
“Hm? What’s up?”
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Huh?” he replied, confused. I wrapped my hand around his neck and smiled.
Asahi Himura. My best friend since forever. We met at elementary school and became good friends after that. We’ve been stuck together for as long as I can remember. Being in the same class every year is common for us now. He’s the first friend I made. And I owe him because he still hangs out with a delinquent like me despite his popularity and good looks.
“You’re pretty early today dude,” he said to me as I put my bag down.
“Well, yeah. I got yelled at yesterday. And those eyes,” I shiver with fear as I recall yesterday. “It’s too damn scary,” I added.
He chuckled as I shake. “Guess Ms. Tsurugi gave you hell yesterday, huh?”
“Yeah dude, it’s really traumatizing.”
I sat down beside him and wonder if I should tell him about that dream.
Well, I guess it’s okay to tell him. It’s not really a secret or something.
“Hey man, I had this really weird dream.”
“Hmm? Weird?”
“Yeah, you see I…”
I told him about my dream as clearly as possible. And the reaction he gave me was—
“HAHAHAHA! You?! Getting married to someone?! I can’t even imagine it,” he shouted. I turned red as everyone looked at him, laughing.
“Ack! You don’t have to shout about it!” I awkwardly replied.
“Oh, sorry dude. It’s hard to not laugh about your dream,” he replied while trying to hold back his laughter. I can imagine his face laughing if I told him about that scene with Fuu. “So, why’d you tell me about it?”
“Yeah, I guess it was pretty stupid of me to tell you. I just can’t get it out of my system.”
“Well, it’s understandable. It really is a weird dream.” Then suddenly, his face turned serious. “But, Hideo my friend, the most important question is…”
“What?” I replied.
“Do… I… have… a GIRLFRIEND?!” he asked in an annoying tone.
To be perfectly honest, I was paying attention to my bride that I just didn’t care about anyone else but him saying that—it pisses me off. I mean, come on, you got the face, and almost every girl I know in this school is head over heels for you! So how dare you ask that question when you’re rejecting five girls every day?!
“No, you don’t. You look so jealous that I’m getting married while your ass is just sitting in the front row,” I replied.
“Whaaattt?! Even in the future, I couldn’t confess to her?!”
That’s right! Cry you little bitc— wait, confess to what now?
It surprised me to hear that he has a crush on someone. I mean, if you rejected 75% of the girls in this school since 1st year, I would assume that you’re not the romance type kind of guy.
“Confess?? To whom?” I questioned. He looked at me and said: “Well, that’s a question I won’t be answering. At least not now,” he replied.
“Oh well, it’s fine if you don’t tell me. I respect your privacy. Besides, I don’t really care about romance.”
“Really? After that dream?”
“Sure, it piqued my interest, but I rather do something worthwhile instead of racking my brain figuring out a girl who might or might not exist,” I replied. I said that mostly to look cool, but my thoughts are Oh, who is that girl?! Gragh! It’s been bugging me since morning!
“Ohh! Just now, you sounded so cool and out of character,” he replied.
“Really? I didn’t really notice,” I said while flinching.
I suddenly heard a sweet, soft voice call out my name as we were talking.
“G-good morning, Fujiwara-kun,” this girl said.
I looked back and saw one of my few girlfriends Kaede Sasaki. She’s a bit weird. She talks to other people fine, but she’s always stuttering when talking to me. But despite all of that, I enjoy her presence. It’s somehow comforting.
Kaede is a special person to me. Not the way you think though, it’s just that she’s one of the very few friends I made back then. And we promised that we’ll be friends forever when we were little so I really enjoy her presence.
“Oh, good morning Kaede,” I smiled. She suddenly bats her eye away and blushed, I wonder why she always blushes like that. Oh well, it’s kinda cute.
“You’re here early today, Fujiwara-kun.”
“Well, you know I don’t want history to repeat itself.”
“History? You mean when you got scolded by Ms. Tsurugi?”
“Yeah. It was scary, y’know.”
“Hahaha, that’s just like you, Fujiwara-kun,” she chuckles.
“Heh,” I looked back and saw Asahi grinning at me.
“What do you want?” I irritably asked.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Huh?” I confusingly said. Wait, is it just me or did he reverse what I said earlier?
“Well, I’ll talk to you later, Fujiwara-kun.”
“Hm? Oh okay.”
Kaede placed her bag down on her seat, and the door suddenly opened. Grk! It was none other than our homeroom teacher, Ms. Tsurugi.
“Settle down!” The entire class quickly went to their seats. It’s no surprise that none of us wants to get on the bad side of Ms. Tsurugi.
She directly looked at me. “Hm? Not bad Fujiwara. You’re on time today,” she said. And shivers went down my spine.
“W-well, wouldn’t wanna miss math class.” That’s right, Ms. Tsurugi teaches math, and it’s our first period, so as much as I want to skip it, I just can’t.
“Oh, before class starts, there’s a transfer student that’ll be joining us today. So be nice to her!”
And before I knew it, all the guys— except me— shouted, “HELL YEAH! It’s a girl!” Well, it took one deadly glare from Ms. Tsurugi for them to stop.
“You could come in now.”
“Ohhhhh,” the guys reacted as the door opened.
A girl walks into the classroom. Her bright green hair and emerald-like eyes caught my attention. She definitely looks like a foreigner, no, maybe like half Japanese? Well well well, would you look at that? Another person that’s totally out of my league, I thought to myself.
“Hello everyone, my name is Fuyumi Miyazaki. I’m from America but I’m half-Japanese. Pleased to meet you,” she ended with a smile. A cliché line, but it still works.
“Yahoo!!” the boys celebrated. And again, one deadly glare from Ms. Tsurugi settled them all down. As for me, well, I don’t really care. I mean, why would I care about a girl who’s super out of my league? I’ll just be wasting my time. And I’m really sleepy guess I’ll put my head down for a while.
“Are you familiar with school grounds?” asked Ms. Tsurugi
“No. Not really. This is only my second time here. The first time being when I enrolled.”
“Oh okay, well, I guess I’ll assign you to someone then. Hm?” Ms. Tsurugi noticed an empty seat that happens to be next to me. “Oh, this is perfect timing, Fujiwara!” she shouted.
“Y-yes?!” I jolted awake.
“You have balls sleeping in my class!”
“Um, I-I can explain…” I mean, I haven’t had a good night's sleep last night thanks to that dream. I guess it’s also my fault for sleeping at midnight (Even though he got ready to sleep at 11, the guy still used his phone until 12.)
“Well then, you’re going to take care of Miyazaki-san here until she’s familiar with how the school works.”
“Wait what?! Why not get a girl to do it?”
“Well, you didn’t think I’ll let you off easily yesterday, right?”
“Urk!”
“Plus, napping in my class. Well, consider this as punishment! I mean, the boys would do everything just to be on your spot right now.” I looked at the boys and, well, it’s another cliché moment from anime and manga. They looked like they want to murder the hell outta me. Like I did anything wrong! Look, if you want this spot, then I couldn’t be happier to give it to you guys. Then again, it’s not like they can complain to Ms. Tsurugi. It’s gonna be a pain in the ass, but oh well.
“Okay, I’ll look after her.”
“Great. Now Miyazaki-san, you can sit at the seat next to him.”
“Oh, alright.” She walked toward me. Huh? This sight somehow looks familiar.
“Nice to meet you. My name is Fuyumi Miyazaki. Please look after me for the time being.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I smiled. But deep down I can’t help but wonder, this aura and feeling feel very similar to that dream. There’s no way, right? That this girl, Fuyumi Miyazaki, is the girl I dreamt of.