Chapter 1: [Hanazawa Miyuki]

Chapter 1: [Hanazawa Miyuki]

The squeaking sparrows cries were deafening.

The scorching sunlight penetrated through my both eyelids, disrupting sleep.

It was strange. I always use blackout curtains to sleep.

I raised my upper body with my eyes closed, frowning.

The duvet had an odd feel to it.

Unlike the previous ones, which were soft and thick, this one felt like touching a burlap duvet.

The area around the buttocks was also heavy. Its the equivalent of sleeping on the floor instead of in a bed.

What

I forced my eyes open and took a look around.

A large room, as if woven with milk on the floor It is surrounded by several green rugs.

Is it tatami? Last time I went on a trip to a Japanese ryokan, I saw the faint smell of bottled wine that I smelled.

When I got up with a groan, everything was low.

The interior, furniture, and house structure Ive never seen before.

I felt as if I were in someone elses home.

What is it

Thinking of it as a lucid dream, I jumped through the open sliding window.

A small garden drew my attention as I stepped out onto the brown flat directly connected to the living room.

There are a lot of dead plants because they are not well maintained.

Looking around, I noticed several houses that resembled traditional Japanese houses, such as the one I was in now.

I dont know anything. I cant get my head together.

Where am I now?

As I tried to come to my senses somehow, I watched a young man as he passed by me.

A man with a piece of bread in his mouth and a bag behind one shoulder was running somewhere, spilling the ground.

Basic school clich. To avoid being late, the main character sprints while eating bread.

Seeing it as a reality, I relaxed and smiled, then turned my head back to a surprise.

Because the mans face was very familiar.

That. That guy

I knew that guy clearly, very clearly.

Its Tetsuya, right?

Miura Tetsuya.

He, the protagonist of the frustrating Tokiaka, just passed by me.

Tall, but small, and shaggy hair that looks stuffy.

Just looking at the back, the features were the same. That guy was Miura Tetsuya.

I ran out barefoot in amazement and hurriedly over the house wall and stared endlessly at Tetsuya Miura, who was moving away.

Jjak-!

I hit the ground very hard.

It hurts. It really hurts so much that I can see the stars in my eyes.

Im in a dream, why do I feel pain?

Was it a lie that you didnt get sick in your dreams?

Ha Ha

My breathing becomes rough. I cant understand the situation at all.

Swallowing dry saliva, I saw the tightly closed front door of the house I had just come out of as I moved.

And the nameplate engraved next to the door stood out.

A Chinese character was carved in beautiful handwriting, and next to it, Kana, the syllabic character used in Japan, was written in small letters.

I dont know Japanese at all, but strangely, the name written on the nameplate read very naturally.

Matsuda Ken?

I know this name.

Matsuda Ken tried to do something to Miyuki, the main heroine, and got ostracized by Tetsuya who received the My Womans Crisis buff A minor role that ended shortly after that.

A consumable that strengthens the relationship between Miura Tetsuya and Miyuki.

As an orphan without parents like me, and having inherited a fairly large inheritance, I felt a strange sense of homogeneity.

It was a pity that characters that could be used more were used only in minor roles.

So, am I experiencing Tokiaka through the eyes of this Matsuda?

The moment I thought about it,

Kyom! Argh!

An excruciating pain swept through my head.

And it flowed in naturally.

Memories of Matsuda Ken.

Oohhhhh Oh, my God.

I was breathing hard and somehow calming down, a middle-aged woman walking down the street recognized me and asked.

Matsuda-kun? Are you okay?

Having no time to answer, I stumbled back home ignoring her.

* * *

Fortunately, the pain quickly subsided.

The memories after quickly settling, as if synchronizing a cell phone, dramatically improved my adaptability, who had fallen into an unfamiliar place.

As a result, I was able to adapt to this place, and I looked at the bathroom mirror in a calm state.

Short hair, normal-sized head, and prominent features.

Broad shoulders, moderately muscular body, and very slightly tanned skin.

After checking the appearance, I couldnt shut my mouth in surprise.

Is this?

The person in front of the mirror was me.

Not the Tokiakas Matsuda Ken, but the real me.

My muscles were a little tighter than before, but I was sure.

And. Among the former people, there was one person who stared at me most fiercely, as if she was about to kill me.

Long, light brown hair, same-colored eyes, a sculpted nose, and a chiseled jawline.

I wanted to rush in and touch her right now,the big breasts and the slender waist

A model student sitting in the front seat of the classroom, as I know it.

She was Miyuki Hanazawa, the class president of Yeboni Academys Class 1-A and the main heroine of Tokiaka, and Tetsuyas childhood friend.

The impression of seeing her in person was perfect.

What a crazy look and body.

Barely holding back my desire to jump, I greeted Miyuki inwardly and avoided her gaze.

Its not easy to ignore Miyuki, who I longed to see, but I had to put up with it for the future.

Matsuda-kun, youve come today.

After giving a rough yes to Professor Numsugrehans words, I went to the back seat and sat down.

I looked to the side and saw Tetsuya concentrating on class.

Turns out, this guy was in the same class. Very useless.

While looking at Miyukis back in a sullen posture, I tried calming my heart, but not long after, the bell rang.

When I saw the professor leaving and looked at Tetsuya, he was scratching a pencil.

He likes to draw, so he used to draw this and that in his spare time, but seeing it in reality gave me a new feeling.

After staring at Miyuki for three hours, I jolted my chin toward Tetsuya.

Hey, Miura. What are you doing?

Oh, this is nothing.

Tetsuya timidly covered the notebook with his arms.

I tried to get out of my seat to tease Tetsuya.

At that moment, Miyuki pulled up a chair and came up to me.

The reason Miyuki hates me may be because Im an asshole, but its mostly because sometimes I play mischievous tricks on Tetsuya.

For example, taking a picture he was drawing and putting it on the blackboard, or making fun of a guy trying to go to the bathroom saying it smells like poop

Such childish pranks.

Whenever that happened, Tetsuya would laugh and move on, but inside he really hated me.

Anyway, it seems that Miyuki knew what I was going to do to Tetsuya this time and came to stop me.

I thought, turning my eyes to her as she strode towards me.

The title is I guess its right to go with what I know?

The part I am most concerned about right now is Yobisute.

[T/N: Yobisute means the act of calling a person by their name without an honorific suffix.]

It is a term used to call people in Japan.

Of course, there must be a standard, but it was troublesome because the standards accepted by each situation and each person were different.

In the case of Miyuki, Tetsuya, an old childhood friend, is the only one who can call out her name.

If its close classmates, they can call her Miyuki-chan, or if its just a classmate, they can call her Hanazawa.

And in the case of the rest, it was Hanazawa-chan and Hanazawa-san, maybe?

From her point of view, Im a loser, so it is correct to call her Hanazawa-san or Hanazawa-chan, but

I cant do that because sang seems to have no affection, and chan is so cringe-worthy.

Lets call her Hanazawa. Matsuda Ken also called Miyuki that way, so there shouldnt be any problem.

I quickly rolled my head and said to Miyuki, who approached my desk.

Why? Hanazawa.

As expected, Miyuki went beyond her name.

But she showed her dislike.

That contemptuous expression Its surprisingly not bad.

Matsuda-kun, if youre going to be late, you can come in after class, why bother disturbing the students?

Ahh Her voice was so beautiful that I almost lost my mind for a moment.

Lets be patient. I have to be patient.

I answered curtly, calming down my pounding heart.

Because you get more points for being absent than being late, right? I should start to focus on my studies, too.

You didnt care about that. You gave up on studying.

It hurts me when you say that out loud

I know you dont get it. Please dont do that in the future.

I desperately wanted to say that I understand and that I will be loyal unconditionally.

Youre speaking in an evil tone, so Ill listen to you. All right.

I hope you dont make fun of me and listen to me properly.

I got it.

In response to my slightly irritated answer, Miyuki glared at me as she did when I had entered the classroom, and said to Tetsuya.

Tetsuya-kun, I want to go to the cafeteria, would you like to go with me?

Ah.Yes. lets go.

Tetsuyas quick reply, who was watching our situation.

The two soon disappeared from the classroom.

Now, maybe Miyuki will talk behind my back, and Tetsuya will say yes, yes, and accept it.

The distance between Miyuki and me was long and rough.

Even though she was a class president who had to take good care of her classmates, she said it all if she had such an attitude.

I understood because I had the image that I had accumulated.

But its okay. As I thought before, I know everything that happens to Miyuki.

It means Im confident that well get closer quickly.

It is now July 10th. The timing of my drop here was perfect.

Why? Because tomorrow the clichd of a love comedy will happen.

Originally, it was an incident that made Miyukis feelings for Tetsuya even stronger but I am planning to intervene there.

From that point on, Miyukis demeanor will become even milder.

And Tetsuya Of course, he shouldnt be in our favoritism event.