The air conditioning was on in the living room, and Iizuka Takeya and Torizuka Reita were holding controllers, playing a fighting game.
Murakami Yuu returned to his room and put the H-books his troublesome friends had casually thrown on his bed back in their proper place.
Although living alone meant he didn't need to worry about such details, leaving these things lying around just didn't feel right.
Probably because he grew up under the influence of the "Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces" value system, Murakami Yuu's moral integrity was relatively high.
Speaking of which, it was strange—despite this being his first time meeting these two guys outside after transmigrating, he unexpectedly felt close to them and got along naturally.
Thinking about it carefully, the original owner's memories probably influenced his way of thinking to some extent.
But such things didn't matter, as long as his own thinking occupied the dominant position and he wasn't influenced by the original owner's excessive wolf warrior spirit in terms of personality.
That shameless way of following behind women to please and care for them—from an observer's perspective it was whatever, but actually doing it himself was honestly impossible.
He couldn't bring himself to do it; it always felt like he was degrading himself.
Just as Iizuka Takeya said, his conditions were very good—he could find any type he wanted.
When he could clearly stand and enjoy himself, why would he run off to increase the difficulty for himself?
The diary left by the original owner appeared on the surface to be a wolf warrior's record log, but looking at the essence through the surface, it actually hid great ambition.
You could tell from simultaneously launching offensives against multiple women that this guy had thoughts of opening a harem.
The H-books in his room were all multi-player special editions—this was the strongest evidence.
The speculation might be somewhat off, but when it came to preferences in appreciating physiological literature, it was the truest reflection of a man's inner heart and would never lie.
He took the diary out of the drawer and placed it at the bottom of the cabinet. If nothing unexpected happened, he probably wouldn't take it out again for a very long time.
This was the last trace left by the original owner of having once existed in this world.
No, wait—perhaps it was that used condom...
In any case, after shedding the title of virginity, there shouldn't be any regrets. As for the original owner's pre-death dreams of having something happen with those cute girls...
Murakami Yuu closed the cabinet door.
Just as he'd told Iizuka Takeya, let things take their natural course.
He wouldn't actively lower his stance to curry favor with them, but if they made active moves, he wouldn't refuse either.
Take Eriri who had come to his door earlier—well-featured with perfect looks, and because she was mixed-race, her eyes carried that kind of heart-stopping charm. Except for having a small chest, everywhere else could score eight points or above out of ten.
If he hadn't heard that annoying guy's name from her mouth, he wouldn't have minded chatting with her a bit longer.
Murakami Yuu had already decided to temporarily live along the track already formed by the original owner. As for future goals or life ideals, he'd think about them slowly during this process.
Since he was here, he might as well make peace with it and gradually get used to it.
Taking his phone and wallet from the table, Murakami Yuu returned to the living room.
"About tonight's mixer, what time roughly?"
"Eh? Yuu, you've decided to go?"
Iizuka Takeya pressed pause, and Torizuka Reita also looked up at him.
"Yeah, I'd just be idle at home anyway. Going out to relax occasionally is good too."
"Got it. It's around seven PM. I'll send the location to your phone later."
"Okay. You guys keep playing, I'm going out for a bit."
"Where to?"
"Getting a haircut. It's gotten a bit too long."
"Then Reita and I will head back too. We'll meet up tonight."
"Good."
The three of them left together.
...
Eriri returned home and tiredly threw herself into her room, burying her head in her soft bed without moving for a long time.
Because she served as character designer and original artist for the school's doujin game club, she'd been under a lot of pressure lately. To make the characters she drew as beautiful and cute as possible, she had to spend large amounts of time every day searching online for materials and playing various bishoujo raising games for reference.
She had to work until three or four AM every day before turning off the lights to rest. Her sleep quality was severely insufficient, and her eyes had developed some faint dark circles. If she hadn't used her mother's cosmetics to cover them up, people at school today would probably have noticed.
Sighing wistfully,
Eriri slowly rolled over on her bed, looking at her room's ceiling as her thoughts continued to wander.
According to what they'd agreed on, this morning they were supposed to go to the school club together to discuss the game production progress.
Needless to say about that Kasumigaoka Utaha—she understood her personality. Although somewhat unwilling, she had to admit she was telling the truth.
Her original artwork looked fine, but it didn't match the style of the game they were trying to create.
When she complained to Murakami Yuu earlier, she said there wasn't enough time, but she had never mentioned these things in front of Kasumigaoka Utaha and Aki Tomoya.
In her view, this would be like weak excuses made by someone with insufficient ability—it would look so laughable and shameful.
What really made her angry wasn't this incident, but rather Aki Tomoya's "gentleness"—although he was dissatisfied in his heart, because he "wanted to consider her feelings," he went against his inner reluctance.
Compared to his attitude toward other people in the club, this feeling of being the only one receiving "special treatment" made her feel very angry, extremely angry.
Sawamura Spencer Eriri wouldn't feel defeated over such a small matter! Since you're not satisfied, I'll draw until you are satisfied! Who are you looking down on!
Gritting her teeth, she got up, removed her contact lenses, and went to the bathroom. After taking off her pantyhose and panties and washing away her body's fatigue with warm water, she put on pajamas, put on her glasses, and sat at her desk.
Eriri wasn't the type who liked to confide her troubles to others. Besides being a tsundere by nature, she also knew that talking about such things wouldn't help. Choosing the wrong person to confide in might even result in sympathetic looks or having it spread around, losing all face.
For these reasons, she wouldn't open her heart to anyone, except for one person—Murakami Yuu...
Being alone with him always gave her a unique and warm feeling, like lying on grass with cherry blossom petals carried by a gentle breeze brushing across her body. That atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.
She didn't need to worry about so much and could just follow her heart. He could always clearly understand her current emotional state and give responses that would make her smile knowingly.
Eriri held her pen but had no intention of drawing. Her hand slowly moved to her phone beside her.
Yuu was a bit off today, saying he wasn't feeling well physically, but she didn't know how he was now.
He lived alone with no one to take care of him. It must be hard. Was he really okay...
Thinking about this, Eriri's heart, which had gradually calmed down, became restless again, and it was getting worse.
Really! This way she had absolutely no intention of drawing seriously!
Irritably scratching her head, she opened her phone, found Murakami Yuu's number, and hesitated just as she was about to call.
What to do? Calling like this isn't good, right? What if he's resting? What if I disturb him? And if he answers, what should I do? Directly ask how he is? Wouldn't that be a bit weird...
After struggling for a long time, Eriri chickened out. She didn't make the call but instead composed a text message. After confirming several times that there were no problems, she sent it.
[Yuu, how's your body? Are you feeling better? If you need help, it's not like I don't have time.]
Holding her phone nervously and waiting for a while, Eriri realized how silly she looked right now. Her face reddened, and she gently patted her cheeks with both hands.
Just as she picked up her pen, preparing to force herself to calm down through drawing, her phone made a text notification sound.
She opened the message almost instantly.
[Thank you, I'm fine now. Don't worry. But Eriri, you didn't look very energetic this morning. Club activities are important, but they haven't reached the level where they can be compared to physical health. Please pay more attention to rest.]
Eriri held her phone with both hands, the corners of her mouth gradually rising.
[Thank you, I will.]
After thinking about it, she deleted it and sent a different message instead.
[Don't worry. Who do you think I am? Don't worry about me. Miss Eriri will complete the most amazing original artwork to convince them completely!]
...
Murakami Yuu, waiting in line at the barbershop, looked at the text from Eriri and smiled silently, choosing not to reply.
"Hello, how would you like it cut?"
"Just trim it slightly shorter overall without destroying the overall hairstyle."
Sitting in the barber chair, Murakami Yuu stated his requirements.
"Understood."
"Just a little bit. Really just trim it a tiny bit shorter."
Seeing the nameplate on the barber's chest labeled 'Tony,' Murakami Yuu worriedly emphasized again.
"Don't worry, I understand."
Tony-sensei, with his exaggerated hairstyle, showed a friendly "I get you" smile.
I hope you really do understand.
Murakami Yuu thought this way.