Unique highschool life

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Chapter 75.

Word's counted -- 1500

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Mitsuha rubbed her eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep as her senses slowly came alive. She stretched her arms and let out a small yawn, but something felt… off. Her surroundings were unfamiliar—the bed was larger, the sheets were different, and her body felt strangely heavier.

She bolted upright, looking down at herself she examine herself, Wide hands, broad shoulders, flat chest. "Not again!" she muttered. Her gaze quickly darted around the room until it landed on the large poster pinned to the wall in front of her, covered with bold, exaggerated handwriting.

(Do not do anything rash to ruin my reputation as a straight man, or else I will hold a grudge for a lifetime!) "Haha. Like I'd want someone following me even after death!"

Mitsuha groaned, burying her face in her hands. "This guy is unbelievable. Straight man? Grudges? It's not like I asked to be here in the first place!" she complained to no one in particular.

Still, the note caught her attention, and as her annoyance subsided, she found herself thinking back to the last time this had happened. That day, she had brushed it off as a bizarre dream. But now, with this strange poster taunting her, reality was impossible to ignore.

She sighed and continued reading. A second, smaller line on the poster read:

"Check the drawer for my diary—it'll explain everything."

Mitsuha walked over to the only drawer in the room, muttering to herself. "I swear, if this is some prank, I'll make sure he regrets it." After rummaging through the cluttered contents, she found a plain, leather-bound diary.

Opening it, she was met with only a few written pages at the front—the rest was blank.

"What kind of person starts a diary but doesn't even bother writing in it?" Mitsuha remarked, shaking her head. Then she noticed that the entries were written in a hurried tone, almost as though they were meant for someone else.

Note:

Halo Mitsuha, from the previous incident, you might have an idea of what's going on with us.

She frowned, scanning the words with growing curiosity.

I wrote this down the very first day this incident occurred. I hope it comes in handy. Below are some work schedules, details about people you might encounter, and instructions for the day.

Mitsuha groaned again. "Schedules? Instructions? What does he think I am, his assistant?" Despite her grumbling, she kept reading.

Keep a low profile.

If anyone calls, forward it with a massage.

Act naturally around Kamiya, my neighbor, and other acquaintances( that is if you meet them.

Stay in my room if possible and avoid unnecessary interactions.

Don't mess with my work files or anything related to my office.

Mitsuha rolled her eyes. "What does he take me for? A klutz?" she muttered sarcastically, though the thought of interacting with Selly did make her nervous. The maid probably knew him well enough to spot any unusual behavior.

Key Names and Contacts

Flipping to the next section, she found a short list of people and their descriptions:

Kamiya (Neighbor): lovely Friend. Usually stops by in the morning or evening. Just smile and nod.

Selly (Maid): Handles everything around the house. You don't need to talk to her much, just ask for food when needed.

Office Team (Calls only): If someone calls from work, pretend to listen and say, "I'll look into it."

Mitsuha felt her anxiety rising. "Great, now I have to deal with his entire social circle too?" she groaned. Still, the instructions were oddly thorough.

The final note in the diary read:

If you feel nervous or unsure, just stay in my room. I've left games, DVDs, and drama series for you to pass the time. No one will bother you if you keep to yourself. Selly will bring food, so don't worry about that either. Just don't mess up my reputation while I'm handling yours.

Mitsuha closed the diary with a sigh. "At least he thought this through. Still, the nerve of this guy to give me orders!" she said, tossing the diary back on the desk.

As the evening deepened, Mitsuha found herself growing more comfortable in the unfamiliar yet strangely peaceful environment of Aki's home. She had spent the day watching TV, flipping through channels filled with drama series and documentaries that kept her mind occupied. Though she initially resisted Aki's instructions, the simplicity of staying in and avoiding interactions was beginning to feel like a blessing.

She had even managed to enjoy a meal brought up by Selly, avoiding any awkward exchanges. The maid seemed efficient, polite, and thankfully uninterested in probing deeper into his master strange strange behavior. Feeling the day's tension melt away, Mitsuha drifted off on the couch, the television still flickering faintly in the background.

Meanwhile, in Itomori, Aki was navigating Mitsuha's life with practiced precision. After finishing school and enduring the curious glances from Mitsuha's classmates, he returned to her modest home, ready to execute the plan he had been contemplating since their first body switch.

Stepping into her room, he let out a breath of relief. "Finally, some privacy," he muttered. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on the desk drawer where he had hidden a phone during his previous possession of her body.

"Let's see if it's still there," he said, pulling the drawer open. Sure enough, the device lay exactly where he had left it, untouched. He retrieved it, brushing off the dust, and powered it on.

The screen lit up, and Aki immediately navigated to the stock trading app he had installed earlier. As the interface loaded, he smirked to himself. "Knowing the future really is a gift for someone like me," he muttered, his tone laced with the confident self-assurance of a seasoned businessman.

Scrolling through the app, Aki reviewed the current market trends, cross-referencing them with his knowledge of future stock fluctuations. Even small, seemingly insignificant companies in Mitsuha's world held untapped potential for immense profit.

"This timeline's economy is so easy to predict. A simple investment here, a quick trade there…" he thought aloud, his fingers gliding deftly across the screen as he placed a series of orders.

But there was one issue. Mitsuha didn't have her own bank account, which meant Aki couldn't directly use her finances for these trades. Not that it mattered to him—he had already planned for this.

Switching to his own bank account, Aki began transferring funds. He had prepared everything in advance, logging in to his secure business account and allocating several million yen to cover his investments. His fingers danced over the virtual keypad as he ensured every yen was accounted for.

"Just a few million. My past self wouldn't even bother checking on an amount like this," he mused with a wry grin. To him, this was pocket change, yet it was enough to turn a profit in the stock market.

With his trades secured, Aki leaned back, considering the next part of his plan. Earlier that day, he had managed to obtain Mitsuha's teacher's bank account information. It had taken a few carefully chosen words and a promise of some extra cash to extract the details, but it was worth the effort.

Opening the messaging app on the phone, Aki composed a short, professional message:

"Tasiki-sensei, as promised, the funds have been transferred. Please bring the envelope to school tomorrow."

After double-checking the wording, he attached the confirmation receipt for the transfer and hit send.

The amount wasn't insignificant—he had transferred several hundred thousand yen as an incentive for the teacher to cooperate. Aki knew the power of money and how it could sway even the most principled individuals.

"People are so predictable when it comes to financial matters," he muttered, powering off the phone and returning it to its hiding spot. He made sure to place it precisely as he had found it, ensuring Mitsuha wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

With his tasks complete, Aki reached for a notepad on Mitsuha's desk. He couldn't risk her missing the crucial details of what he had set up during his time in her body. Picking up a pen, he began writing a detailed note:

"Mitsuha, today I made some arrangements that require your attention. First, make sure to collect the money from Tasiki-sensei tomorrow. The funds are in exchange for a small favor, and he's expecting you to meet him after school. Second, don't touch the phone I've hidden—it contains sensitive information that's best left alone for now. Lastly, please don't do anything reckless with the stock investments I've set up. Trust me, it's all for your benefit."

Pausing, he smirked to himself before adding:

"P.S. Don't waste the profits. If you're unsure what to do, just leave them for me to handle when we switch back."

Satisfied with his work, Aki folded the note neatly and placed it on the desk where Mitsuha was sure to see it.