Vol 1 Chapter 2 (1/2)

[BOKUs.h.i.+NU V1] CUT 2 – YESTERDAY, YOU CARRIED OUT s.e.xUAL HARRa.s.sMENT, AND I GOT ARRESTED.

TP: Translated by Stardust, edited by .png

“Am I going to be late…..?”

I was woken up by the alarm, and while my consciousness is in a mess, I can only sigh with regards to this situation.

It’s already past 8am.

There’s 20 minutes till cla.s.s starts.

Going to school on foot takes 30 minutes.

“That idiot…..”

Complaining won’t make matters any better.

I hurriedly grabbed my bag…. Eh? Where is my bag?

“Why is it at a place like this?”

I save my bag from being stuffed in the small s.p.a.ce between my bed and the wall, and check the contents.

“She didn’t… do my homework”

“Nor did she…. Arrange my timetable.”

“My school uniform…. Let me see…. Where the heck is it?”

I growled furiously. I later found it on the ground for some reason. Argh.

“Akitsuki, breakfast is ready.”

“Ah? I’m not eating!”

“Huh? You said you were going to eat breakfast yesterday!”

Mom said, sounding somewhat mad. Mom, that person yesterday wasn’t me!

I change into my school uniform, grab the notebook on the table and stuff it into my bag. Preparations are complete.

“Ah d.a.m.n it! If I get punished by the teacher, it’s your fault!”

I mumbled to no one in particular, and continued to make haste to school while the morning sun rains down.

The wind caressing my body is still a little cold, but the hair covering my ears and neck feel more comfy than usual.

I guess I’ll have to be grateful that I have to rush to school 2 days later.

I enter the cla.s.sroom panting while cla.s.s is still underway, and my cla.s.smates focused on me as usual. “Erm, ah….about that” I take a gulp of breath I decided to apologize, but the teacher apologizes to me first. (Why did he?) And so, I sit at my desk, still wondering what is going on. The peaceful atmosphere in this cla.s.s is gone with my arrival. I’m sorry everyone.

Once the surrounding stares have seemingly reduced in numbers, I take out the notebook from my bag. I wanted to read it at home, but thanks to that idiot, I didn’t have time.

I open the notebook carefully, and there’s the message left by her.

“Does that mean I borrowed Mr Hosoi’s SF powers and possessed Mr Sakamoto?”

“Maybe. Anyway, who the heck is Mr Hosoi?” (Note: 細井, the name, can be given as a pun on ほそい, skinny)

I wrote my reply on the line without any sense of tension.

On that day, that rainy day.

“Will you save her with half your lifespan?”

I was coerced by the man in black robes.

From what he said, it sounds like I was to offer half my life to save Hikari Yumesaki. That was what I thought, and this is what any ordinary person will think

But it wasn’t the case.

I don’t know what happened to Hikari Yumesaki, but now we are in a situation where we exchange personalities every alternate day.

This means that there are two souls residing in my body, and we take turns in taking control.

When the personality isn’t in control of the body, the personality doesn’t get the memories, so that does equal to half of my life span. This is what the man in black meant by half. Isn’t this

scam! It really is half huh? Literally half, hahahahahaha, ha, ah….

Having noticed this the previous Sat.u.r.day, I wrote it down on the notebook.

I’m worried if Hikari Yumesaki won’t believe me, but its already too late, she doesn’t have a choice but to believe. In the end, Yumesaki Hikari didn’t feel suspicious about the situation but instead wrote questions requesting for answers. One of her question was the one earlier regarding Mr Hosoi, probably referring to the guy in black robes. I guess she calls him that is because ‘that skinny guy wearing black robes…’

By the way, today is Wednesday.

After exchanging diaries for a few times, we have a rough grasp of the situation.

But Hikari Yumesaki surely have many more questions to ask.

Questions like what happens in school, my friends, how do I normally act in school, my tone of talking and such. Well, it’s normal for her to ask these questions since she’s suddenly stuck in a

male’s body.

While answering her questions with a red pen, I wonder.

“I guess I should introduce myself.”

Anyways, we’ve been reporting the situation these few days, so it’s my responsibility to write down what’s currently going on.

But if this keeps up, we need to exchange information more frequently.

I need to let Hikari Yumesaki understand my current situation, and let her act like me. After all, if I say “Whatcha say?” with a delinquent tone today, and say “Is that true? ~ ☆” with a

highschool girl tone the next day, my life would surely be over.

“But, what shall I write?”

I wrote down whatever that came through my mind.

I look hideous; and I’m not good at socializing.

Thanks to that, I’ve been labelled a delinquent, and I don’t have friends nor a girlfriend.

The last time I talked to a cla.s.smate was probably 5 years ago.

I don’t get along well with my family too, since I’m In a rebellious stage

Hm, what’s wrong with me? I’m feeling more depressed as I continue writing. If I have some friends…

Sobs.

It feels very vexing, but I still revised my words before writing them inside the notebook.

After a while, it’s already 11pm; it’s about time to sleep.

“Try going to school tomorrow.”

I gave her the order to stay at home before this, but this can’t be a long-term solution. I guess I should try letting her go to school tomorrow.

And so, I arranged my timetable for her, did a little revision, I set my alarm clock earlier for the next day.

I even hung my school uniform on a hanger, and left my ironed T-s.h.i.+rt on an obvious spot.

Of course, I’ve already written what to take note of, and the contact method in the notebook. It should be fine now.

“……”

And then, I wonder.

She seems like the person who would laugh and mess around all day, but I’ve never asked anything about her.

What does she think about the fact that the person called Hikari Yumesaki has died?

Regarding her death, “I see. I died in an accident, did I…B-because no one saved me~ (laughs) But nothing can be done about! I’ve already forgotten about it! Alright, this topic is taboo from now on!” Hikari Yumesaki added this line in a cheerful manner, but thinking about this normally, this isn’t something to be happy about.

She can no longer approach her family and friends as Hikari Yumesaki, only as Akitsuki Sakamoto instead.

There’s also something I have to ask no matter what.

Right when I’m about to write it down—-

“……Never mind, I guess.”

I muttered, seemingly seeking approval from someone as I closed the notebook.

Let’s not do anything unnecessary. Such a life like this is already troublesome. Getting used to my new life should be the top priority.

“I’ll leave my body to you tomorrow.”

I then went to sleep.

While harboring anxiety and a little restlessness.

“……Haa”

I woke up from a light sleep, and stared at the notebook.

The reason for that’s simple; something unexpected happened.

Of course, the reason was written inside the notebook.

It’s Wednesday today . A week has pa.s.sed since I allowed her to go to school.

And since then, the way we write our dairy has been more systematic. Basically, the first half page is used to summarize what happened during the day, and the other half is the message to leave for the other me. My records are on the left, while Hikari Yumesaki’ records are at the right. The iron rule is that any important topic is to be specifically mentioned using a picture drawn with a color pen. For example, go to school using this route, to walk to school with the route today, or the quiz tomorrow would affect your overall result, so good luck or something.

At the same time, we’re setting the rules for our cohabitation ( I can say so, right?) is being set.

I wrote the rules in the last page of the notebook, as long as we follow the rules above, we can definitely live this strange life peacefully.

……Or that is what I thought.

“That idiot…..”

I don’t know if everyone can feel how fed up I am from this sigh, but now the miraculous cohabitation life of me and Hikari Yumesaki is in deep trouble.

There’s only one reason.

Hikari Yumesaki herself.

I didn’t think that she is such a person I want to punch.

I flip back the pages of the notebook, recalling what happened these few days. Such a situation is really. It’s really a rare sight to behold, so I’ll introduce what was wrtten on the notebook to everyone so that everyone can see what an idiot she is.

Anyways, this is what was written in the diary on that certain day.

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

What’s wrong? Why is she apologizing?

……

Eh?

When I woke up and opened the notebook, this is the only line I saw on it.

Even if I want to ask why, I can only ask her tomorrow, and I can only get the reply the day after.

“Be more specific there…”

There was nothing I can do, so I gave up, packed my stuff, and went to school.

And then I got arrested.

I didnt know what they are talking about, and I was completely flabbergasted.

When I got to school, the police said, “Anyways, let’s have a talk first.” They borrowed a room in school, and started questioning me.

I’ll summarize what I was questioned for everyone.

–Why did you enter the girls changing room?

–And even calmly stripped in there?

–According to the victims, when you were changing, you even said something like “That bra is so cute~! Let me see, let me see!” or something.

–In the end, you even said “Hehe~ These are soft~” while touching a girl.

— You even showed the girls your tights and said “This fluffy feeling is disgusting. Sakamoto’s little boy is such a pain.” Or something.

–Well, enough with that. What you did can only be described as speechless. Even us cops felt embarra.s.sed by it; we actually have to protect the country with such a teenager around.

–It seems that after you did all those stuff, you also said, “Ahh! This is bad! This is a bad thing, isn’t it!?”

–They said that before you left, you even gave a weird explanation saying, “No, I simply forgotten. It’s because I’m used to it!”, and then you ran away.

–You say you’re used to it, does it mean that you do this often? What a luck–pervert!

— j.a.pan is in decline because of delinquents like you….

–Due to all of these, I’ll arrest you. Any objections?

That’s it.

And then, I screamed.

“That idiiiiooooottttt!!!”

And now it’s time to defend myself.

But I can’t tell them the truth. The policemen were like, “Enough already, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”

In the end, Higumo came to my rescue“Oh ho, you boys sure have guts to trouble on this delinquent. If you guys arrest him, the consequences will be really terrifying, you know? He has someone

really amazing backing him up; just look at his face. Because of this face, I too was threatened and did some intense…sobs.” or it seems the case anyway. As she lied about what I did to her, the girls eventually revoked their report.

You’re a teacher, you should be more conservative. Now my standing in cla.s.s, already so small, is practically non-existent!

And thus, the first rule regarding our cohabitation was born.

“Rule No.1: You need to know that you’re moving around in a male’s body! Don’t be a pervert!”

Of course, causing problems is against the rules too.

When I opened the notebook in the morning again, the words written were,

“Record the drama for me and I’ll treat you to tempura! Of course, if it’s recorded in Blu-Ray, I’ll treat you to ramen!”

At least tell me what kind of drama it is. I inadvertently sighed.

I pa.s.s by my sister as I make my way to the bathroom, and for some reason.

“Hii.”

My sister let out a weird shriek, and blushed as she left.

She usually avoids me, but she seems different this time around. What’s going on now, I wonder?

And that night, an incident occurred.

“B-brother, my I?”

My sister knocked on the door, and entered the room.

For some reason she was embracing her bath towel in her bucket, her eyes swimming like an individual swimming medley champion..

“I-I’ll leave it to you again today, b-brother.”

“Huh, what?”

I asked back curiously.

And then, my sister looked thunderstruck, and gave a panicky look.

“H-how can I explain something like that! It’s what we did yesterday! An-anyway, prepare yourself!”

“Hm, yesterday?”