How To Ruin A Love Comedy

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. It’s 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 I’ve never seen before.

I felt as if I were in someone else’s 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 don’t know anything. I can’t 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 cliché. 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 man’s face was very familiar.

“That.… That guy…”

I knew that guy clearly, very clearly.

“It’s 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.

I’m in a dream, why do I feel pain?

Was it a lie that you didn’t get sick in your dreams?

“Ha… Ha…”

My breathing becomes rough. I can’t 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 don’t 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 Woman’s 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 couldn’t shut my mouth in surprise.

‘Is this…?’

The person in front of the mirror was me.

Not the Tokiaka’s Matsuda Ken, but the real me.

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

“Ah… Ahhh…”

As if a singer warming his throat, my voice sounded the same as in reality.

So, did Ken become me?

No, I am the subject of my body, and I am currently in Japan, the stage of Tokiaka… It is true that I became Matsuda Ken.

Besides, when I was clutching up my head with a headache, an aunt clearly called me “Matsuda-kun”.

It means that she recognized me as Matsuda Ken.

To put it all together… I possessed Matsuda Ken as me.

Unbelievable.

After taking a deep breath, I came out to the living room and opened the refrigerator door.

Then I took water and gulped it down.

I don’t know why this happened to me.

Maybe the developer of Tokiaka was a god, and he got angry at what I wrote.

It’s an absurd idea, but given that I came here, it wasn’t impossible.

But do they have the audacity to be angry?

It’s just a game that anyone can call waste and a scene that cursed the writer.

Anyway, the thought of living as this guy from now on made me feel strange.

At the same time, it was heartbreaking.

Why? Being in Tokiaka’s world meant that I could meet Miyuki and other heroines, and it meant that I could target them.

Looking at the beautiful girls, and appreciating the academy life with these girls with various personalities, I could enjoy my boring life.

Although I ate a lot of sweet potatoes because of Tetsuya, who was tactless.

[T/N: ‘고구마’ or ‘Eating Sweet Potatoes’ is used as a noun to express the speaker’s frustrated or impatient feeling about a situation or a person.]

Thinking of going back to reality? Not at all.

I have no intention of finding a way back.

I will live happily here.

With whom? With the heroines.

To be honest, it’s better to like me than to have a hard time liking a dull guy like Tetsuya.

The dreary endings brought me to my senses.

‘Let’s go to the academy.’

Ken… No, I’m an asshole who is always late or absent.

I also have a bad image because of my association with bad students.

Of course, I have a bad image among the heroines.

The fortunate thing is that I came here before I could touch Miyuki.

This was enough.

As long as I’m not in the dumps, I know how to build an affinity.

In all dating sims, an event for favorability takes place.

And I know all the events that happen to Tetsuya and the heroines.

From now on, I will intervene in the events.

And Renka and Hiyori, including Miyuki… I will make those three’s hearts mine.

Of course, if I intervene, the future will change, and there is a high possibility that new events will appear.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter. I will be the subject of the new events.

Naturally, when I came out of the house wearing the title by opening the sliding door, the path from this house to the academy was drawn as if it were a familiar road.

I knew where to take the bus and where to change the subway.

“Ho.”

I walked down the street with a light step, bursting into a happy smile.

Even in summer, it was just cool.

I was born again.

In the best world, with someone you like.

The academy in the Tokiaka setting was a compulsory curriculum.

A place to go as soon as you graduate from high school.

A level above high school and a level below university.

It was the academy here that had such an ambiguous status.

And I was attending a prestigious private school called Yeboni Academy in Tokyo.

As I searched through my memories, I knew right away how I was able to enter this place, even though I couldn’t study.

To my dismay, it was just a draw.

Well, setting this world is not important, so let’s move on…

Coming here, I seriously pondered how to take the attitude.

There is another way to get the heroine’s favor by acting like Tetsuya.

But I didn’t like that.

Why would I…. Do I have to imitate the moron who has been flirting for a long time and can’t hold hands?

It was a pity for the heroines who thought of Tetsuya, who was ignorant… but it was overkill to imitate such a herbivore.

That said, it’s also out of the way to hit them like a playboy. Only the score will flicker.

The answer I came up with after really deep thinking… I will take the image of Matsuda Ken as it is and arrange it slightly according to my own style.

He’s an insincere guy, but he has a warm side…

He shows unexpected appearances from time to time, and gradually reforms according to the heroine’s story…

My goal is to act in that direction.

Of course, I have to act in a different way depending on the situation, but the basic framework is as follows.

‘Class 1-A… Class 1-A… ‘

I found the classroom where I should be and opened the door without hesitation.

Drok!

At the sound of the wooden door creaking and pushing, all eyes of the class drew toward me.

From the professor to the students… Each of them is looking at me with a pair of eyes.

Among them, I could see people staring at me, and people trying to avoid looking at me in fear.

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 Academy’s Class 1-A and the main heroine of Tokiaka, and Tetsuya’s 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.

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

“Matsuda-kun, you’ve come today.”

After giving a rough yes to Professor Numsugrehan’s 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 Miyuki’s 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 I’m an asshole, but it’s 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 it’s 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 it’s close classmates, they can call her ‘Miyuki-chan’, or if it’s 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, I’m a loser, so it is correct to call her Hanazawa-san or Hanazawa-chan, but…

I can’t do that because ‘sang’ seems to have no affection, and ‘chan’ is so cringe-worthy.

Let’s call her Hanazawa. Matsuda Ken also called Miyuki that way, so there shouldn’t 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… It’s surprisingly not bad.

“Matsuda-kun, if you’re 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.

Let’s 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 didn’t care about that. You gave up on studying.”

“It hurts me when you say that out loud…”

“I know you don’t get it. Please don’t do that in the future.”

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

“You’re speaking in an evil tone, so I’ll listen to you. All right.”

“I hope you don’t 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. let’s go.”

Tetsuya’s 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 it’s okay. As I thought before, I know everything that happens to Miyuki.

It means I’m confident that we’ll get closer quickly.

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

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

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

From that point on, Miyuki’s demeanor will become even milder.

And Tetsuya… Of course, he shouldn’t be in our favoritism event.