novellhall 4. Tokyo in April is already starting to get hot.
4. Tokyo in April is already starting to get hot.
"Buzz buzz buzz, buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz, buzz buzz buzz"
The alarm clock woke Aoyama Genji in the morning.
He turned off his phone's vibration and, as was his habit, sat down to clear his mind of the morning grogginess.
I only slept for a little over five hours last night. My mind is foggy and my thoughts are as sluggish as a pen that has been dropped.
In this state, being able to take a nap would be the ultimate solution.
Unfortunately, I can't sleep.
By the way, the walls of old apartments are very thin, so the sound insulation is practically non-existent.
Singing in the shower can even be heard by the neighbors. Of course, Aoyama Genji didn't suffer any loss either, as he could also hear the beautiful girl's voice while showering.
I ate my bento too early.
Having reached his conclusion, Genji Aoyama dragged his groggy mind along as he continued brushing his teeth and washing his face with his eyes closed. He fiddled with the hair on his forehead that covered his eyes in front of the mirror, his affectionate yet melancholic eyes meeting his own.
A line of poetry inexplicably came to mind, perfectly fitting the occasion, but when he recited it, it sounded somewhat narcissistic.
While waiting for breakfast, he looked through his chat history from the previous night again.
[Aoyama: Image]
[Aoyama: Were you eavesdropping on me taking a shower?]
[Qingshan: You should shower too. I watched an anime where the male lead said he could eat three bowls of rice just listening to the female lead shower. I haven't eaten yet, please.]
[Yuko: If there is such a requirement, please include it in the agreement.]
[Aoyama: You agree?]
[Yuko: I will reject it.]
[Aoyama: ...Are there any objections to the other contents of the agreement?]
[Yuko: No, I don't mind getting paid for doing almost nothing.]
[Yuko: If I had to point out anything wrong with it... I think one year is too short. Could we change it to three years? Ten years would also be fine.]
[Qingshan: You can go ten years without dating other men? I feel like I'm underestimating you.]
[Yuko: So why do you think I, as a beautiful girl, have no experience being a girlfriend? Is that kind of thing necessary?]
[Aoyama: Maybe it's just narcissism.]
[Yuko: I'm not interested in dating men.]
[Aoyama: I get it, you're only interested in money, right? Me too]
[Aoyama: Wait, you're not a female bronze statue, are you?]
[Yuko: I'm not interested in same-sex relationships either.]
Looking back on his feelings at the time, Genji Aoyama was actually somewhat disappointed?
But please don't misunderstand, he doesn't have any particular fetishes, he's just speculating that if it were a system, it might also see lesbians as a problem.
Ding--
It wasn't the system, but the sound of a microwave oven that rang out. Aoyama Genji exited the chat interface, and the remaining content wasn't very informative.
It's not even as good as a discounted rice ball wrapped in seaweed.
After finishing his rice ball and drinking the last drop of milk, Genji Aoyama changed into a white shirt, tied his tie, and put on his Western-style uniform jacket. At 7:30, he left home on time.
Following his shadow, lengthened by the morning sun, he walked toward the station leading to the school.
Although he had walked this road many times in his memory, Genji Aoyama still found it fresh.
Even an ordinary tram stop gave him a different feeling.
He saw students wearing Shirakatsu High School uniforms, and some girls were secretly glancing at him while chatting.
Good morning, Aoyama-kun.
A clear and pleasant voice sounded behind him. Genji Aoyama turned around and saw Yuko Asahi greeting him.
The girl's figure was still slender, her smooth black hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing her fair and beautiful neck, and a faint smile was on her delicate and pretty face.
"Good morning," he said.
The two naturally stood together. The boy was thin but tall and handsome, while the girl was delicate and lovely. Both were unparalleled beauties.
Nevertheless, such a pairing already evokes a sense of regret – ah, they already have a girlfriend/boyfriend.
Yuko Asahi was standing very close to him; the two looked like a real high school couple.
"Should we pretend we don't know each other?" she asked.
Good morning, Asahi-kun.
"What?"
"To make up for the way I addressed you earlier, I was just thinking about something, I wasn't pretending not to know you."
Yuko Asahi glanced at Genji Aoyama and realized that he didn't seem to be telling any witty jokes that were just for show.
But this makes it seem kind of funny.
Yuko Asahi smiled. "I was talking about our relationship. Should we go public or not?"
"Anything is fine."
Genji Aoyama thought for a moment and then added, "If you mind others knowing you're dating a man, then I respect your opinion. If you don't mind, that's even better."
He had no intention of attracting girls with his looks, or rather, having a girlfriend would reduce his troubles—any woman who noticed him on his way from home to the tram stop would stare at him.
Genji Aoyama has made up his mind that he will make good use of his time in this life and will never waste it on things that shouldn't be wasted.
For example, engaging in romantic relationships with women.
With his outstanding looks, brilliant mind, and the help of the system, his future is bright. So he plans to wait until he is thirty, or maybe twenty-five, and has gained wealth and status before going back to find beautiful high school girls.
This is what he learned from Yuko Asahi's confession yesterday.
"I don't mind," Yuko Asahi said.
Although the two stood quietly without exchanging words, fewer people glanced at them, and naturally, no one tried to strike up a conversation.
"I usually leave home earlier."
As the announcement came over the platform, Yuko Asahi looked up at Genji Aoyama.
"Hmm? Judging from the class schedule, it should still be quite early." Bai Hegao is supposed to start preparing at 8:30.
Aoyama Genji looked over and saw Asahi Yuko's slender white hand hovering in mid-air, trying to grab the hem of his clothes.
"I never expected you to be such a pervert, wanting to eavesdrop on girls taking showers. It made me wait until very late to shower, so I overslept this morning."
"I heard it very clearly," said Genji Aoyama frankly.
"So you have to take responsibility..."
A strong gust of wind rushed into the platform, and the clanging noise accompanied the approaching tram. Aoyama Genji didn't hear the words clearly, his eyes were fixed on the tram that was gradually coming to a stop.
The figures inside the carriages were almost overlapping; this is what a tram looks like during the morning rush hour in an island nation.
Aoyama Genji inexplicably recalled a video he had seen in his previous life about Japanese trains, where during peak hours there were dedicated conductors on the platform who were responsible for pushing passengers into the carriages. At the time, he had just taken it as a joke.
just now……
As the train doors opened and passengers nearly shoved off the train, Asahi Yuko gently took Aoyama Genji's arm, pressing her slender body against him. She tilted her endearing face up, her beautiful eyelashes trembling slightly, and said, "Aoyama-kun, please protect me."
A delicate fragrance uncontrollably swept past his nose.
The girl's body was rather slender, and even more supple than I had imagined.
Genji Aoyama fell into deep, distressed thought.
Is ten years too long...?
How about we change it to three years first?
Before that, he decided to retract his assessment of the weather from yesterday; Tokyo in April was already starting to get hot.