Vol 1 Chapter 3 (1/2)

[BOKUs.h.i.+NU V1] CUT 3 – TODAY, s.e.xY DREAM FOUGHT. YOU BECAME A HERO.

I had a dream.

It’s a dream of my childhood, when I was still at elementary school.

I’m sure it was summer. Yeah, summer.

It was a campsite for families. Everyone was barbecuing at the riverside.

Besides us, there were other families with other children around.

Not long later, all the children naturally gathered together, playing together like friends who played together for years.

There was a river, so us children naturally thought of playing in the river.

But there were always children who were alone

They either could not swim, or they were abnormally afraid of the water.

On the other side of the shallow river was a timid girl who was crying.

She could have crossed the river if someone helped her.

The timid girl’s eyes were filled with tears, fidgeting and hesitating.

The water surface reflected the dazzling dress her on a dress, clearing unbefitting of a camp trip.

The girl had long, silky hair, holding a panda doll in both hands, clearly looking very pitiful.

I could only recall such a fuzzy image, and all I could remember was that she was a very cute girl.

And that there were other lonely children.

Some of them were acting cool, some of them were idiots fooling around.

And there was me, being an idiot.

“Polaris Princess! Wait right there, I’m coming to save you! I promise this in the name of In the name of Autumn Moon!”

I imitated the transformation poses used in anime and yelled those lines proudly.

Polaris Princess was the heroine of the Anime I was addicted to.

As for Autumn Moon, well, Autumn Moon (TN: a direct translation of Akitsuki’s name, 秋月)… yeah, that’s the setting

Let’s put this topic aside.

No matter the motive, Autumn moon is a hard-working hero that helps anyone in trouble.

However, I made a fool of myself.

I slipped, and got dragged by the water current without putting up a fight, I was drowning.

Even now, the sight of the girl with the panda watching me get washed away is still a fresh memory my mind.

I’m going to die.

That was what my young self thought.

And then, a girl came out from nowhere, and rushed to the riverside.

When the other children were looking stunned, she jumped in aggressively.

She leaped right into the river, grabbing my hand tightly, and pulled me to the sh.o.r.e.

She had a pair of beautiful eyes, short hair reflecting the sunlight and a stunning white Alice band.

Her smile was so fascinating and unforgettable.

And she stole my heart instantly with her actions, which included what she said next,

“I’m the hero who saved your life! From today onwards, you’re my servant!”

She continued, “It’s a promise! Let’s do a pinky promise!” reaching her pinky finger out. I then reached my out in a subconscious manner too. Her finger was extremely warm.

I replied.

I will repay this debt. When you’re in danger, I’ll definitely save you, it’s a promise.

I can never forget the lonely feeling I had when our fingers parted.

It has been 10 years since then…

“Arrghhhhhhh!!”

I woke up and screamed on a weekend.

d.a.m.n it! I got made fun of!

“Autumn moon (LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL)”

This was written on the notebook, and there was a letter placed next to it.

“Ah s.h.i.+t….this is bad…. I forgot to hide it….!”

With a bitter look, I proceeded to read the diary.

“I checked underneath the bed and found such an incredible treasure! Sakamoto, you’re actually exchanging letters with a girl. How cute~~~~~”

“That was a long time ago! Don’t be such a busybody!”

I picked up the letter and grumbled.

This letter was from the girl I met at the BBQ.

From the girl with the short haircut and the Alice headband who saved me from drowning back then.

She and I are get on with each other well, so we spent time together at the BBQ playing with each other the entire time. I do realize that exchanging letters is not exactly trendy nowadays, but we used this method of joys and sorrows to keep in contact.

I too felt that Hikari Yumesaki will definitely laugh at me if she finds it, so I kept the letters in a cardboard box, and hid the box in the ceiling. However, it looks like I took it out once and forgot to place it back. d.a.m.n it… by the way, why did you look under my bed? though I can guess the reason though.

“Since it’s so rare, I copied the whole text for you.

–h.e.l.lo Akitsuki. How have you been?

Summer’s coming soon. Whenever it arrives, I’m sure to think of you.

That memory is still fresh within you. You wanted to be a hero, but you failed.

The you back then was really cool. Hero Autumn Moon!

I can still remember the promise back then. I won’t forget it, please remember

to reply—

Hah, Autumn moon (LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL)

Not bad, Hero (LOL), and you even failed. As expected from you, Sakamoto (LOLOLOLOLOLOL)

So, please reply. (Peeks from behind wall)”

Don’t laugh at other’s past! Everyone had such a time!

“Ah- d.a.m.n… that b.i.t.c.h found such a useless thing…”

I sighed as I opened the letter. Man, barging into someone else’s memories like that.

I looked at the last, cheerful line on the notebook.

“Ohoho, Autumn Moon Autumn Moon ♪ Got myself a good story☆”

Well, whatever. She should get sick of it after a while.

“… It has been a while since her last letter.”

As time pa.s.sed, the interval between each letter increased, and I’ve forgotten when was the last time we exchanged letters.

“… Is she doing fine now?”

Stoking up past memories within me, I was struck by loneliness.

I can’t even recall how she looks like now, that girl who shone like the sun.

This fuzzy memory’s buried in the corner of my memories. It’ll be be a lie if I say I don’t feel nostalgic at all.

But let’s forget about it; it’s all in the past now.

I cover the box of memories and stuff it into the deepest part of my desk’s drawer.

Hikari Yumesaki didn’t mention anything about the letters afterwards.

Not sure if it’s related to this, but recently, she started a game without my acknowledgement.

A game of her playing hero.

“Why did I wake up with sore muscles?”

“You can only blame the you yesterday.”

“The me yesterday wasn’t behaving, it seems.”

“Hm?”

“It’s nothing, hand me a wet cloth.”

“I’ll apply it on you, remove your top.”

“Don’t say that while placing your hand on my belt!”

The calendar states that today is the Tuesday after Golden Week. There is still time until Sat.u.r.day, and I felt really depressed.

Speaking of May, the first thing that comes to mind is that abnormally dazzling sunlight. Was May always so hot? It’s like my brain gets reset every year.

I’m currently in the infirmary, which I recently got familiar with.

Hikari Yumesaki used my body as and when she wanted, at her own whims, and I’m now troubled by chronic muscle pain.

“I finally obtained a delinquent’s body I always wanted! I now fear nothing!”

This is what she wrote on the notebook a few days ago.

What did she do? She even registered a gym members.h.i.+p card without me knowing; there were also two new wounds on my face. Please, don’t cause me anymore trouble. Also, your technique in applying the band-aid is bad, please consider the angle before you apply it.

“But you were so awesome yesterday. I was shocked.”

“Hmph, what did I do yesterday?”

Higumo’s words troubled me

“Your lower body could move so rapidly, as expected from Yankee-kun.”

“Huh? Lower body?!”

“The girl on the bed was shocked.”

“Bed—?!”

Wait, this—

“You ran home so quickly, I could even see you from here, were you in a hurry?”

“Eh. Ah, well…”

So that’s how it was. She really scared me.

Hikari Yumesaki’s actions were as before, and has become more ridiculous each day. Living together sure is a pain.

When I woke up two days ago, there were pamphlets about pets all over the room, “If you don’t let me raise one, I’ll take a video of you wearing cat ears and post it on NicoNico!” and there were nonsensical threats written on the notebook .

That said, not everything she did was bad. My sister started calling me “big brother☆”, there’s a point card for a maid café in my wallet, and by the way, my screensaver became a photo of me and a maid. I deleted it right away, the memory of it is still fresh in my mind. With Hikari Yumesaki squandering money everywhere, my room begins to overload with all kind of stuff, which is the source of my troubles. For example, the shelf is neatly filled with blue ray discs of moe anime and doujins. If I have to mention other examples, it’ll be regarding a white puzzle left in a corner of the room, an original puzzle where words and pictures can be drawn on the white puzzle.

At first, she attempted to complete it by a little day by day, but after a while, she started to ignore it, and so I finished it for her over the next few days. It was hard at first, but I got addicted by how interesting it is later on, and when I finished it, I felt joy, my childhood excitement awakening within me, I was happy. The next day…

“Don’t complete it on your own!”

Yumesaki Hikari got angry. You’re the one who didn’t a.s.semble it yourself.

By the way, no matter how much money she squanders, I would never need to worry about money. They are still money from what my sister spared me.

Hm? Why does Yukiko have so much money?

Let me tell you something shocking! My sister, Yukiko Sakamoto, is only a middle-schooler, but she’s contracted with a publisher as a light novelist!

She didn’t tell me what she’s writing, but I’m not exactly very familiar with it, but it seems to be selling well. There’s a lot of money sent to her every month in lump sums, but she doesn’t have a bank account, so she’s been using mine all this time. (For some reason, my sister doesn’t want our parents to know that she’s a novelist, so I have to pretend to be an adult nd accompany her when she signed the contract with the publisher. Anyway, it’s a lot of trouble; we will talk about the details some other time…)

To thank me, my sister let me spend her prize money from a certain award-winning novel she wrote. I rejected, of course. But my sister said,

“It’s thanks to your hard work in the novel that I could do my best and win this prize. This is my way of thanking you; you don’t have to worry!”

It seemed weird, but since I got myself money to spend, why not? Also, helping her to get ideas for her novel isn’t so bad. Hmph? Getting ideas? All I do is change into clothes she picks for me, pose as she wants me to and take photos of me at designated places. If you are wondering what she does with those photos, it is probably related to her novel.

“Lessons are starting soon, I’ll head back. Bye.”

“Alright. ah, Akitsuki.”

“I’m not tr.i.m.m.i.n.g my hair.”

“Tch.”

What a bothersome person.

“By the way, did you change your shampoo?”

“….. Bye.”

The me tomorrow is troublesome after all.

Because of a certain someone, my notes are a mess. I’ve been sighing at my notes for about 10 minutes.

The bell indicating the end of cla.s.s chimed, and my cla.s.smates begin to leave their seats, blooming into random chatter with their friends. Of course, I am left deserted, and it’s a barren land aroud me. It’ll be great if everyone can just chat with me unhindered. I’m willing to do anything as long as you talk to me. Give you money? Friend fees? Eh…. Huh, my tears aren’t stopping. What’s going on?

“It seems like he’s been visiting the gym often.”

“The gym? Why?”

“I heard that he is going to face some gang…”

“Speaking of which, he has band-aid on, no.”

“Scary…”

I p.r.i.c.ked my sensitive ears to eavesdrop on the girls who moved slightly away from their seats. Gangs?

“Hey, wait! It seems like he took some white powder too, right?!”

“Wah, d-dangerous!”

That’s just stomach medicine. It’s all that girl’s fault that I’m suffering. I hope that she doesn’t eat cup ramen at night anymore. She never finishes it, leaving the room reeking of it. Also, she guzzles down an entire carton of Koala’s March every day.

“….Tch.”

I subconsciously let out a grumble, scaring the girls who left their seats

I then look over at them instinctively, and they begin to s.h.i.+ver. What do I do know?

I let out a little cough to vent a little of my sadness, and took out my notebook.

According to the report from the me yesterday, there wasn’t anything major going on,

“Ahahaha. You’re enjoying it right? Moe!”

After such a random opening, it’s probably her thoughts about a TV Drama. Since the content doesn’t seem important, I simply browsed through it.

Suddenly, my gaze stopped at the last sentence.

“Hey, why aren’t you making friends?”

“Why indeed?”

I reckon that Hikari Yumesaki has never faced problems in socializing. That’s why she asked such a question.

By the way, this isn’t not her first time asking this question, but the sixth.

The first time,

“Why aren’t you making friends?” But I ignored her, and she probably got mad at me.

“Why aren’t you making friends?” and she continued,

“Don’t ignore me! Make friends!” and then it was an order

“Wait? Instead of making friends, you prefer to make babies? You pervert!” and then it was this,

“Pervert pervert pervert pervert! It is still too early for you to make babies! Go make friends!”

And last of all was this line that’s beyond her usual rampage. I can tell that she’s livid from this sentence. This girl probably only uses the word “hey” when she is in a foul mood. Even if it is just words, you can tell what she’s thinking.

I simply think that this question is rather hard to answer, not because there’s any interesting reason.

Honestly, even I feel bad having to live with this awkward atmosphere every day. All I want is a friend to talk to, let alone a close friend, but reality is always cruel.

“If there’s an opportunity…”

A pa.s.sive person like me wouldn’t succeed anyway. I can’t get myself into it.

I avert my gaze away from the sun while it seems to be staring at me, and closed my notebook without writing anything.

“……….”

What shall I do? That girl would definitely pull some kind of stunt again.

Once cla.s.s ended, I left school in a hurry, tottering back to home with trepidation.

But today’s different from usual.

There’s someone tailing me.

Eh, wait, wait. What’s going on?

If you’re looking for trouble, please spare me already. Even though I look vicious, I’m actually a coward, and I’m naturally bad at fights. There was once when I was taking my bath, and my sister came in and gave me a right straight which almost made me faint. “Tell me if you’re bathing!” My sister said in a huff as she left, but I’m still racking my head over it. That girl probably said something weird to her.

Back on topic, there’s someone stalking me right after I left school.

That person panicked once I stopped. Every time I make a crossroad, I can hear footsteps

catching up to me. That person definitely lacks experience in stalking.

I can just run away if I want to, but that doesn’t satisfy me.

Is it time for me to turn back.

It’s fine, right?

If things turn out bad, I’ll just show my ferocious face and scare that person off. My face is scary after all. Haha, I don’t have a choice.

After comforting myself with such a pitiful reason, I turn around, stand still, and ready myself

As expected, this rookie stalker who picked me as the target starts to chase afterme. Now, take a deep breath.

And wait for the right moment—

“Who’re you!! Do you want to get beaten up!!?”

“Kyah—?!”

I reveal my usual ferocious expression and the scariest voice I can muster to intimidate the stalker.

The stalker shrieked shrilly like a swallow sneezing and got knocked backwards. The stalker’s bag fell on the floor as well, several orange candy b.a.l.l.s starting rolling out from the stalker’s bag.

Then, I saw the most critical thing. The ident.i.ty of the stalker is….

“A girl?”

The stalker’s a pet.i.te girl.

And she seems familiar.

That braided girl is my cla.s.smate.

She’s so pet.i.te that if not for the high school uniform she’s wearing, she can disguise herself as an elementary school student. The girl fell on the floor, her braids tied at both sides of her hair swaying messily. Her pupils are rather big compared to her small face, and her eyes are teary, her milky white skin somewhat reddened. To a pa.s.ser-by, such a scene will be seen as a delinquent b.u.mping into an elementary schooler. The best proof would the glares of the old lady that pa.s.sed by. Shall I run? Is escaping my best option?

“Ah, are you alright?”

“Ah!”

I was startled by her shriek.

Alright, let’s run. The old hag’s already making a phone call. This is bad.

Alright, first I’ll help her get up, stuff the bag into her arms. Having done all these, I turn around, intending to leave–

“Eh?”

But I immediately stop.

I felt a weak resistance from my clothes, and when I turn around to look at it, I see a small, white hand grabbing the hem of my s.h.i.+rt and saw a fair, small hand grabbing my s.h.i.+rt.

I look down the arm, and see the girl looking up at me, s.h.i.+vering,

“…….”

She’s not speaking up, what does she want?

I can’t escape even though I want tobecause she’s grabbing my clothes. Left with no choice, I can only take out my handkerchief to wipe the tears off the braids girl. Speaking of handkerchiefs, I recall Hikari Yumesaki’s.

“A delinquent that brings a handkerchief with him gives off vibes of a prince☆”

This criticism is way off point. See? Isn’t it working now? The girl with braids show a bit of a smile, her shoulders s.h.i.+vering–huh? Is she holding in her laughter? Did I just do something stupid?

“Erm, what do you want with me?”

I cautiously ask her. Besides, this girl just stalked me and burst into tears in the first place. It’s not my fault.

And at that moment, the girl, withstanding her laughter, looks extremely tense again.

“Ah, well, erm, how do I…put this…”

“…”

“Well, ye-yesterday…

Yesterday?

“T-Thank you very buch!”

Ouch! She bit her tongue badly! Speak properly, please!

And this pretty, adorable girl who bit her tongue lowers her face, blus.h.i.+ng.

But I’m more concerned now about her mentioning ‘yesterday’.

Unfortunately however, I don’t know what happened yesterday.

It’s definitely not something good. That girl probably did something.

“Er-erm, s.e.xy Dream, was it?”

“Huh?”

What’s that?

“This name’s beautiful, like lightning.”

“Li-lightning?”

“I-It’s really cool…dream…”

“Huh?”

This is getting ridiculous? Can someone please explain to me what this means exactly? What exactly is Dream?

“Th-thi-this is a gift for you…is ① okay?”

“①?”

“Well, if it’s ② and ③, I’m still a high school student…I’m not…prepared physically and mentally.”

It looks like she’s talking about how she’s going to thank me.

Though I don’t really know what’s ① and ②are about.

“Anyway, what’s ①…”

“Yes, may I?”

This is ridiculous.

Just when I thought this.

*Kiss*

“—————————————-”

“B-bye bye.”

The girl tiptoed as best as she could, kissed me on the lips, and dashed off.

She ran off…

Running…

…

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!?”

Anyway, let’s scream.

Anyway, let’s scream out loud.

Reeking of faltering and confusion, I ran off towards my own house.

Th-this is bad. Wait, eh, no, huh, what!?

Wh-wh-what just happened!?

Ah, what’s with that warm breath that approached my face?

The fragrance of a girl.

An intoxicating breath and grazed past my face.

The soft touch.

The orange sweetness seeping in.

And the moist warmth trickling in–

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Anyway, I howled as I dashed through the streets, running straight for home.

Using this momentum, I did some push-ups at high speed, continuing to howl ‘Nameko Nameko Nameko Nameko Nameko Nameko Nameko’, followed by a German Suplex on my bolster, doing all sorts of crazy destructive things for more than 10 minutes.

I then muttered to myself as I opened the notebook.

“What did the me yesterday do!?”

Normally, I would write my words neatly within the lines of the notebook, but this is the one day I didn’t care that much as I pick up the color markers beside me, scribbling all over it.

“You got to be kidding me, that idiot! That’s ridiculous!!”

Anyway, that Hikari Yumesaki will definitely leave behind a sudden message, “I’m trying to prove the chances of a delinquent b.u.mping into a pretty girl and getting kissed.”

The message left by the me yesterday gave me the worst headache.

It begins with a mysterious opening I didn’t understand at all.

“Guhahahaha. You’re enjoying yourself, right? Overcome by moe, right?”

Moe

…

Like h.e.l.l it is!!

“That bird-brain!”

And at night, the incident about the orange candies during the day continue to run rampant in my mind. Thanks to that, I’m all mentally tortured, and so worn out I end up sleeping early.

When I woke up, it’s Thursday. As usual, I missed a day.

I slowly open the notebook with both hands, and glance through the message that girl left behind,

“She got hara.s.sed by a delinquent, so I saved her! I told her, ‘you can thank me using one of the options’

① A kiss

② A French kiss

③ Ehh!? The lips down there!?

It looks like she chose ① after all, didn’t she? Isn’t that moe? Don’t you find it cute, Mr Virgin? You do find ③ better after all, right? But sorry about that! ‘One of the Yumesakis’ house rules is that that thing can only be done after 18 years old!’ I can’t break it!”

That was it.

And she even left behind a color pen doodle of the braids girl and a delinquent beside her, giving the pose of an inchworm, leering while he drooled.

“Haaa…seriously?”

With the red pen in hand, I scribble hard on the notebook, ostensibly trying to scar it.

“Tell me this important thing beforehand!”

And so, I added a new rule,

“Rule number 21: Kissing is forbidden. Don’t bring the ero-game choice thing into real life!”

The rules…just keep increasing in number.

And so, it’s the following Monday. I don’t want to go to school.

Why, you ask? It all started with Sat.u.r.day.

Once I woke up, I began my habit of checking the notebook, and written on it was,

“I told Kasumi ‘why didn’t you choose ②? Normally, anyone hoping to thank will choose ②, right? Do you know how much I was looking forward to enjoying it? Don’t you think this ignites my imagination as a virgin? I’ll wait for you in the morning next week, ‘kay?’ Anyway, that’s pretty much next Monday, right? Write me a piece of reflection (42 words by 34 lines composition paper, write 80 to 130 papers of them).”

And so on. What words of hopeless idiocy she wrote there. Is she asking me to write a light novel?

I look for a girl called Kazumi in the cla.s.s register, and found the name ‘Kasumi Sanada’. Ahh, yes, I do remember this name. But leaving that aside, it feels like that Hikari Yumesaki is hoping that I get expelled or something.

“This brat’s definitely bullied when she’s younger…”

And written below it is,

“Anyway, this girl is soo cute!! Large b.r.e.a.s.t.s too!! It’s alright falling into the trap, right?”

I wince as I look at this line, and sluggishly prepare to g out.

The weather’s fine, and the clouds are fair.

It’s too late for me to walk slowly as I have no time, so I have no choice but to run towards the campus. It’s not that I’m about to be late, but I just have the feeling that she never did any revision or homework, and I’ll definitely regret it if I don’t hurry.

Holding my breathe, I rush up the stairs, but I sure wonder if it’s G.o.d’s prank on me that I just have to meet Kasumi as she walks down the stairs. Ah, this is awkward.

“Ah, morning…”

“Ah, erm, good mopping…”

She bit her tongue again. I guess she has difficulty p.r.o.nouncing.

That girl’s fidgeting, her cheeks red as she takes a deep breath–

“Can we d-d-do it now–?”

“Eh? N-now!? Here!?”